Next time I turn the news on and see a story about people living through a drought, or floods affecting people's houses and lives, I won't just feel sorry for them. I will understand a lot better what they must be going through and will pick up that phone and donate more and encourage everyone I know to do the same.
Once candles are lit, and I'm in, the regret starts to encroach. If the water isn't a perfect temperature - and it never is - my body reacts, either by perspiring (which is weird when you're already wet) or by shivering. In an attempt to quickly salvage my bathing experience, I decide to read a magazine.