Out with the bath water baby!

For the last two days I've been painting the front porch. I picked the same "barn red" color that's already on the porch, but I wanted to cover up some cement patchwork I'd done and the existing paint had faded quite a bit and was due for a spruce-up anyway.

Unfortunately, the newly grouted bathroom tile has to dry for two weeks before I can apply a sealer. Which, to make a long story short, means I haven't had a proper shower for a number of days. Instead, I've been taking baths. And while I enjoy a nice relaxing bubble bath at the end of a long day, taking a bath after exercising, sunbathing or engaging in any sort of physical activity always brings to mind the following exchange from the TV show Seinfield:

Kramer: I just took a bath, Jerry. A bath!
Jerry: No good?
Kramer: It's disgusting. I'm sitting there in a tepid pool of my own filth. All kinds of microscopic parasites and organisms having sex all around me.

Seriously gross!

So even before the porch painting project I had the feeling these baths were only getting me moderately clean. Of course, during the painting project things got quite a bit worse. Given the red paint and the fact that I'm not a very neat painter, the bath water over the past couple days has looked rather disturbingly like something out of a horror movie. And sitting in it was full-out creepy!

But as they say, "any port in a storm." Or in this case, "any tub full of blood red water and tepid filth." Hmm, not sure if that last one is going to catch on...