Here Goes the Sun.
I missed today’s
eclipse because I couldn’t get dry from the bath quick enough.
Trust me to miss
a once-in-a-generation event due to shoddy towel action. It didn’t help that I
got up later than intended, thanks to a late-night finish from last night’s gig.
I didn’t get to bed until nearly 4am. I’m a dirty stop-out.
I told myself I had enough time to run a bath and jump in and out of it. I’d planned to
walk to the field near my house with a flask of coffee, to observe the eclipse outdoors,
whilst resisting the temptation to look at it directly. I remembered only too
well the hell Marge Simpson went through when she did this. Who says cartoons can't be educational?
(Does anyone say
this?)
I got into the
bath at 9:05am. I was out by 9:12. This wasn’t early enough. I still wasn’t dry
by 9:20. Try as I might, I couldn’t work up sufficient friction. Drying speed
decreases the more urgently you do it.
In the end I made do with peering through my net curtains as I did it. This wasn’t
without risk. There was a slim chance someone walking past would make out a
barely perceptible outline of a frantically towelling-off me.
No-one wants to see that, even if it's just once in a decade. From my
perspective, the eclipse made my dingy flat marginally dingier. At
least there’s not long to wait for the next one.