Jig of Joy

The long rainy season has finally arrived and the temperature has dropped, sometimes as much as 10 degrees. It's often in the mid-80s here. And because we're all used to 96 and 98 degrees, we get a little chilly in the mid-80s. Some people wear sweatshirts and fleece. Sometimes, it's even too cold to take a cold shower. Which is why I'm ever so, ever so, ever so grateful to have hot water in the shower. Didn't have it in the other place but smile very, very big when I turn on the warm water now. An electrical unit is mounted high on the wall outside the shower room. It must be switched on for 20 or 30 minutes to heat the water. The less time given to heating, the cooler the water. The first time I try the shower, I don't turn the switch off. When I grip the metal spigot to turn the water on, I get a low-grade shock. It vibrates the bones in my hands and sends an unpleasant sensation up my arm to the elbow. Stupidly, I try the other spigot with my other hand. This is enough aversion therapy and I become depressed and leave the shower room, deflated and fearing two years of cold showers. It occurs to me, however, to turn off the switch before turning on the water, which is what I do. No shock, only cold water, cold water. For a minute the water runs cold, then it slowly starts to feel warmer and warmer until it is actually hot!! I do a little jig of joy as the water runs over my hair and onto my back. Luxurious.