Tub Thoughts

Herself and the family have driven 550-odd miles to take Offspring the First to college.  They are all ensconced for the evening in two hotel rooms; tomorrow, they will deliver Offspring the First and her myriad possessions to her dormitory, bid her goodbye, and return home.  It is almost impossible to imagine what household life will be like without her daily presence.  Alas.

During the long, long drive, Herself spent time contemplating a story that is forming in her mind.  While she normally eschews writing fiction, she seems ready to do so now.  It may lead somewhere; it may not.  The only certainty is that she will enjoy the writing.

At the moment, she is reclining with a pillow in the hotel bathtub, for it is the only location where she can have a few minutes' peace.  Perhaps she will commence composing her story there -- an unusual location for what will hopefully be a most creative endeavor.