My thought exactly. Sounds like a good soak and some good music will put you to rights. (Me, I snuck out back and cooked a batch of homemade ravioli for my kids--they loved it and I feel great at their pleasure with the meal.) Come to think of it, I think I'll join you.

Sinsull, Tinker, and Sage pause in their conversation beside the hot tub as, in a surreal calico-Esther-Williams moment, a kitty dives from the rafters and plunges straight into the hot tub. She nearly missed the Big Pink Lad, but in the end she bonks him on the head and shoulders then slips off into the tub. Sins calmly hands off the computer and leans over to scoop what appears to be a gob of lint off of the top of the water, kind of "squeegies" her hands over the wet pussy, then places her on the floor to slink off to the kitchen where the salmon is being readied.