Remember way back yesterday when I said July is hot? Seems I need to take that back. Yes, the air is so heavy you can see the hydrogen and oxygen atoms merging right in front of you, but the temperature is - get this - 74 degrees. In July.
It's been raining for about 24 hours and the clouds have blocked out the scorching sun (and my satellite signal). Last night we slept with the fan on LOW and this morning I actually wore a long sleeved-shirt. It was still sprinkling and my Midwest blood thought the mid-70s felt chilly, so I climbed inside my closet and grabbed a remnant from my old life.
By the time I'd navigated the market and walked home, I'd worked up a bit of a sweat. Before getting in the shower I did a bunch of leglifts and squats, then jogged in place for a couple minutes, because we don't have hot water. When the sun is out the water warms up but with weather like this, the water stays very cold - probably the similar to the cold tap on a normal sink or tub - and it's somewhat bearable if your body temperature is elevated.
By now you're probably wondering where the title of this blog post comes in. Right here: I got in the freezing cold shower and after the first excruciating thirty seconds, I loved it. It woke me up, refreshed me, and calmed my eternal headache. I don't know when exactly I became a person who likes cold showers, but I am. The only drawback is it's too cold to shave. ;)