when she said that about the tincture of time i thought, oh, well, i like that, that's poetic. maybe it all depends on how you look at it. now she says tinea can be a lifetime companion! arghh. i didn't think, TIME, like, forever. hell, i'm counting the minutes in the bathtub, trying to float for half an hour. it is true though about time, time may be a hard thing to make a poem out of, especially tinea time, but imagine how hard it'd be without the tincture. 
so i'm easing into a good soak when first penny comes by, eyes bugging, like, you're not s'posed to put water in there! she looks a little concerned for me, then like hum, whatevs, and pads off down the hall. then she must have told jaspie he's in the tub again! with water! up to his chin! so j. comes in, walks by, turns and stands up looking over the rim, blinking. she's right, he's in the water again! and he's all red, and scratching at paper! oh boy, he's really gone, lost his doggone mind. then he splits. 
next to walking, i think i think best in the bath, though it's hard to think anywhere, and though i'd rather be swimming.