When I got home from work tonight, I promptly filled a dishpan, changed into shorts, and sat down to soak my feet. I had been wanting to do that for quite some time, but kept forgetting, until the 3rd hour of skating around in a circle... or the 7th hour of pushing book carts around... or the 4th mile; whatever the case, it can be hard to remember by the time you're in a position to actually do it. Tonight, though, was a different story. Oh man. I always forget just how good it feels... sometimes, the things that make you feel like you're 90 years old are so worth it.
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