This morning as I turned my head upside down to sprinkle in the baby powder, the smell triggered sweet memories.
Memories of not bathing.
And I realized that I have gone from being a regular powder user to an infrequent one.
What’s changed, you might ask.
Having running water may be a part of it, but more importantly, I have a shower that guarantees a delightful experience every time I use it.
killer view of the trailer park across the highway (okay, maybe not “scenic” but at least it’s fascinating),
shelf for my coffee mug,
seat for my ass,
vast amounts of hot water.
So I shower more often, which, although new, isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
It’s the little things.