Oh how I love the morning hours. Every other day of the weak I get up early to swim, run or work out, but not on the weekend. The weekend morning hours are MY hours, my time to read, to fiddle in the kitchen, water color, create my clothes and catch up with all my family and friends..oh, all while drinking coffee of course. This year I have added another element to my weekend morning hours, a bath. With the cold wind howling, chilly temperatures seem to marinate the apartment. So, a hot bath is necessary to bring the warmth back to my person. It's like spa treatment, right in my own home.
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