I mowed today.

I fainted.

How is it that I can help move a tree, digging for hours on end, and be bushwhacked by a shoving a lawnmower across my yard? This couple stopped their car long enough to help me inside. I wanted most fervently to blanch myself in a steaming hot shower, but chose the tepid water instead.

Why, with all that I battle, does a hot bath have to be one of my greatest enemies? I truly think a good soak, should I survive it, would be just what the doctor ordered...