Blogaria U. and bubbles

Tripp has, at long last, opened the doors of the University of Blogaria, Sjlbvdnzv Campus. Further, I am pleased to note that I have accepted appointment as Provost of this august institution. Now, before I did so, I looked up "Provost," to see what I was getting into. The definitions I found read as follows:

1. A person who is appointed to superintend, or preside over, something... as, the provost of a college, answering to the president.

2. The keeper of a prison.

Either way, the job promises not to be dull.

In order to celebrate having been granted such an honor, what should I do? Buy some fancy jewelry, or an expensive toy of some sort? Well, there's a lot of prestige to the position, but not much monetary remuneration. At the U of B we're long on kudos, short on cash.

So I did something almost as rewarding. I took a bath.

Now, I used to take baths a lot, but not so much, lately. My bathroom up at school only has a shower in it; and, on weekends, I'm usually so busy that the quick shower is my staple here, too.

But, after this week, a bath was definitely in order. And not just a quick rinse, mind you. A bath. A hot-as-I-can-stand-it, up-to-my-neck-in-bubbles bath. A "do not bother Mom unless you are bleeding or on fire!" bath.

Oh, what a wondrous thing.