It was, however, ironic because I was taking the shower to put myself to sleep. I've been putting this salve on my legs for the rash, but it makes my legs feel clammy, so I put talcum powder on top of it. This has the effect of making my legs less clammy but still icky-feeling. (The salve is working, but it's so gross....)
Anyhow, there I was, in the wee hours of the morning, stark naked, trying to get this door on its tracks. Eventually I gave up and used the hall bathroom (I'm soooo lucky to have two bathrooms!). I started the water, got in, and then remembered -- too late to do anything without making a major wet mess, of course -- that Warren only uses Irish Spring. I didn't feel like smelling "manly," but I did want to wash the "ick" off my legs and the perspiration off the rest of me.
I did that, rinsing as well as I could (I don't like smelling like anything most of the time). I am now in bed, frustrated.
The blessing? That I have a shower with a door to fall off its tracks. Four friends of mine are or are about to lose their homes due to this godawful economy. When I hear about them and see what they're going through I realize how lucky I am.