Little pleasures: Hot tub in the morning

One advantage of a failing memory is that I sometimes forget to turn off the hot tub at night, so it's hot when I wake up with a sore back early in the morning. There are few pleasures better than slipping a sore back into hot water. It's raining here today, so I took an umbrella, rested the handle on my sternum and the umbrella itself on the tiles of the hot tub, so the rain stayed out of my face. After a while, the umbrella was saturated, so raindrops hitting on the outside would unleash a mist of coolness inside. What a great way to spend the first part of a Thursday morning.