Laurie asked that when I draw myself into the comic, if I could please stop drawing myself in that semi-realistic manner I’ve been doing recently because (and I quote) “it doesn’t look like you, and it kinda creeps me out.”
So a return to all things cartoony!
Okay, so an hour and a half is a bit much, but I didn’t actually pass out… but oh ye gods, it was interesting.
The soaking was fine, but when I got to the changing room, I was feeling that it might be an excellent time to erp out the contents of my stomach (which, happily, was empty). By the time I got to the lobby door, I was seriously questioning whether I’d make it the 15 yards to the car without a nice little involuntary lie down. I am not, however, a complete idiot, so I downed a bottle of water I was carrying and made my way to the car (I let Laurie drive). Five minutes later, when we arrived home, my temp had adjusted, my head had cleared and all was well with the world…
…bit of a whoosh, really.
Aaron at work called me a hot tub newbie, which isn’t actually true, but sometimes that relaxing can get the better of you. My actual preferred method of tubbing is the setup they have up in Marquette at the hotel we use when we are up at NMU with Brit. The pool is tremendously under-utilized and right next to the tub, so I tend to alternate 10 minute sessions in each… and I can do that for hours…
…which I’m also told is a bad idea, but it works for me.
In any case, next trip to the tub, I’m bringing a jug of gatorade or something…
hot tubs make me nappy.
Indeed…