27 degrees out, hard frost everywhere, but I was determined, in the hot tub I went at 5am. Oh my...floating there, with all those little pulsing massage jets working on my neck and back, and even one for my hands, made for carpal tunnel, and looking up at the stars. Lots of stars on a clear night. Boy that was nice. Until I got out and reached for my towel. Oops. Frozen with frost all over it. Hmmm. Reached for my heavy flannel shirt as I was getting increasingly colder standing on my back porch with nothing on. Well, LL Bean shirts do freeze, a bit crunchy and also covered in frost. Must have been the water vapor blowing off the hot tub; they looked like they had been out there all night.
Ok, now I hot foot it inside, where I had turned up the heat just in case. Need to figure out a way to keep my clothes/towel warm out there.
A heated dock box?
I think I would rather have the nubile hot tub maiden standing there with a toasty warm towel. Problem is those maidens want a full benefit package.