Guilty: I Took a Shower This Morning

And it was hot.

(It's just been so cold lately . . . And the basement bedroom and bathroom are unheated . . . And I've been trying to keep the thermostat down--you know, to be more eco-concscious . . . And it recently snowed . . . And I had goose bumps and was shivering . . . I just wanted to be warm, you know?)

It was like cleansing myself with sin.

I used water to do it. Water, people. I live in Utah. Utah is not a lush, green oasis; it is a desert. We have water issues. And there I went using up the water. Was it a quick military shower, you ask? Not even close. Did I--at the VERY LEAST--plug the tub so I could bucket-brigade the precious resource to some kind of outdoor storage container for later use in the garden come dry-season? Nope. It just went down the drain.

I feel dirty.

And THEN, on top of THAT, I used HOT water, which is heated by natural gas, a fossil fuel. Yup. Fuel made from fossils. Fossils that fuel the pilot light of my conscience.

It burns.

When I got out of the shower, I, well . . . I just COULDN'T look myself in the eye.

So I wiped the steam from the mirror.

THEN I could.

And what did I see? What has this transgression done to me? What does this mean for the welfare of my very SOUL?

Wait, does this mean I'm destined to go to . . . {gulp} . . . you know . . . "The Hot Place?"

Boy, I sure hope so.