When you can't bathe...or eat...

There isn't much to make a gal feel better than a hot, steamy bath....unless it's hot steamy chocolate. And since it appears that I'll be growing boils and a fungus before I'm actually allowed to bathe again, I decided that I would spend my late evening in the backyard enjoying the unseasonably cool air with Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth, and a cup of steamy chocolate. (By the way, the novel was recommended by The Pooh, and yes, I am enjoying the series immensely. Thanks for telling me about it!)
I've always wondered if I could've lived in a different time period, but it's safe to say that without hot, running water this chic wonders no more. I wouldn't even mind cooking supper at this point. I can't believe I'm saying this....but I miss my stove. I know. I know. I'm shaking my head in disbelief too.