The Morning Shower Moves to Late Afternoon

I need to take my morning shower. Cause it’s almost 4 p.m.
It’s been one of the bigger—or at least one of the more odorous—issues associated with my unemployment. It might be a sign of serious depression, I know. But perhaps not. After all, part of the problem is that this morning I got up and just started making job-search calls. Then I went out and got a little exercise and did some errands and came back and watched Republicans say strange things about Judge Sonia Sotomayor and then just sorta forgot about the shower.
It makes sense for me to have this problem, since showering was the first part of putting together a look for my day. And now, given that I’m alone in a room most of the time, I do not need a look for my day. Or at least it feels that way sometimes.
Not that I am really slacking. If anything, I feel as if I have been working harder than ever. I really do not want anyone to be able to say that I am not trying to get work. Or, more likely, it’s more than that, more deeply rooted: it is that I never want to wonder within myself about whether I have tried hard enough.
I’m not sure why I feel so strongly about this. It’s likely that I have more of a Puritan work ethic than I ever knew. I make lists and then actually do what’s on them—for the most part. There are some tasks that are more daunting than others (I am still bothered by calling the credit card companies and the student loan people and have put that off beyond when I should have), but mostly I get the job of seeking a job done. This morning, for instance, I got up and called places I want to work and the people who control those jobs. Nobody calls back, of course, but that’s another matter entirely. I have the satisfaction of having tried. And I will do it again tomorrow and the next day.
All I need to do now, though, is remember to bathe.