When I finally arrived home to stay for the evening, the night had turned damp and drizzly and rather cold. I was chilled and sore and achy. I came inside and realized that the most wonderful-sounding thing I could think of was a nice hot bath with epsom salts and some essential oils.
When I drew and climbed into said bath, it was loaded with everything except the “nice hot”.
A lukewarm bath when you’re expecting a long, hot, soothing soak is very disappointing.
I’m not sure why the water heater was turned down to the point that water wouldn’t get hot, but it gave me a case of the cranks.
Mr. Sparky fixed it, by the way.
But I’m still cranky, by the way.