Yesterday I forgot to take a shower. I am not kidding. I had made a plan for a quick “6-foot visit” with my friend in the church parking lot, which is a good 40-minute round trip walk from my house. I thought “Well, no use taking a shower and then getting all sweaty. I’ll shower when I get home.” Only that didn’t happen. I just forgot. I guess I just didn’t have the usual structure in my day to remind me, and no events for which I need to look presentable and clean.
My day just went on as normal in this new abnormal life. Hours filled with phone calls, online Mahjong, cleaning, reading, puzzles, and TV. And it never occurred to me that somewhere in all that activity I should shower.
As we were turning out the lights last night, I finally confessed to my husband about my hygienic lapse, to which he replied, “You know, when I kissed you on the top of the head this afternoon, I thought, hmmm her hair smelled…different.” As in dirty?
So, this morning, the first thing I will do after writing this is take a shower.
My delight for the day is that I have warm water, soap, and shampoo. An added delight is I am living with someone who notices that I don’t smell right, and knows enough to keep it to himself.