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_________________ 10 31 am pst [ spa treatment ] The hot water was out when I woke up Thursday morning, but I didn't have time to call the gas company until yesterday afternoon. [In Southern California, the gas company is called The Gas Company.] I called their number and dialed my way through their automated system. If you'd like to schedule a visit, press three. If you have no hot water, press one. Dial your street adress. Thank you. Someone will visit by the end of the day. It was strange to not interact with a human at all. The technician was there less than an hour later. He poked and prodded, relit the pilot and got the water out of it. His prognosis: "I think it's going to stay lit." I felt dirty. I'd been wanting to shower since Thursday morning. I'd washed my hair in the sink once, but I knew I was still dirty. My hair formed a solid helmet on my head. I plodded around. He said it would take about an hour for the water to reheat. Jo invited me to go out to a costume concert at a club. I said I was sleepy but would probably go. I asked her to call me back later. I got in the shower. No $200 spa tratment could be as luxurious as that hot shower. What a devine precious comodity hot water is. I appreciate ever second of that shower. I enjoyed and enjoyed and enjoyed.
I don't mind wearing the same pair of jeans ever day as long as I have a different dress for every night of the week. I have no idea what it is about them, but I am so in love with tight clingy evening dresses.
It is in pictures that I find I look so different than my vision of self in my mind's eye.
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