Me. Once again, the WMP's (well-meaning people) say, "Take a nice envigorating shower, you'll feel better." I reply, "Good idea, maybe I will." How could they possibly know how much energy it takes sometimes to get the stuff ready, climb in and out, hold my arms up to wash and rinse my hair, climb out, towel off, and so on.

Last night I looked at the hair-blower and said, "No way in Henniker am I going to stand there waving that blow torch at my head." I let it air dry. Who cares. It's not as if I'm going to be in a beauty pageant any time soon.