Sauna

Blog, sometimes I just don't know if we are on the same page.  Today, you seemed all moody.  Maybe that's just me. I love you.

I was going to blog about science because I love science. Oh also? I am a huge nerd.  I know, it's so funny, Blog, I'm trying to be all super cool wanting you to think that I am one of the popular kids.  Which I never was. Ha.  I can never fool you. But today I had various encounters with different types of temperatures

First off. It's springtime.  So there were a lot of long sleeved shirts flying around the short sleeved shirts chasing the capris following the tanks and the whole closet basically came out before I did. (I am not gay.) How come no one ever thought of wearing a long sleeved, camel-haired  turtleneck with cargo shorts?  Oh yeah, they probably did and then they saw me.

And then I played with E in the pool so I go from working out temp to regular temp to chlorine/urine temp and basically my body is like, yo how many goosebumps did you want to be permanent because this is exhausting.  And then the sauna.  How is that for a temp? I'm not entirely sure if even the saunas know what purpose they serve, but of course I have to try out every sauna I come across.  Duh.  And of course the one I'm gonna tell ya about is at the Y.  So already we are starting out on a, shall we say, antiseptic, point of view?

So after all of that intro, there is really not much to say about the sauna except, well,  usually there is silence, and always there is an Asian person.  Some people go in pairs, but I have always flown solo. Which is too bad because I have no one to help me when I realize the metallic of my earrings grew so hot it just lanced a hole in my neck.