Four miles away I had put my pool noodle knowledge to use. Having just gotten in the water to 'decompress', I turned my thoughts to idle matters like the Rose Hip tea I had put water on the stove for ... but I never made the tea. Getting in the pool was all about ouch, ouch, ouch but getting out was all about go, go, go. It's funny how the little things don't bother you when you think you might have set fire to where you live. I didn't realize I liked this place so much.
A few months ago, the girl had bought a tea kettle thing that goes on the stove and whistles. I hated it then but now I see how that whistle is my friend.
Oh, btw, I was definitely not an atheist covering that 4 mile stretch from the pool to the house. Five miles over the limit and a bit of tail gating got me back in time.
The lesson ... /s
1. I can't let this happen again.