If you’re like me most of you probably already know there’s something counter-frontiersman, counter-pioneer about just pushing a button to kick on a pump, then stepping inside a little room to have a hot, pressurized shower. Washing dishes in a sink with hot water instead of putting them upside down over a fire-ant bed and just wiping them down after the ants do their work.
Like me, you probably feel a lot of guilt, something vaguely counter-natural, counter-human when you indulge in this type of behavior.
But yesterday and today I did.
And damn it felt good. Probably do it again tomorrow and dwindle off some more macho. I’m old enough to have some to spare that I would have needed for other things when I was younger.