It's bitter cold in D.C. tonight. Low 20s at best. Shivering in my own house, I decided there was only one cure: a soak in the hot tub. The hot tub was already set to 104 degrees, so I stripped down and dashed out into the dark cold. A thin sheet of ice had formed along the cover's edge where steam met freezing air. I flipped open the top, crystals crackling, steam wafting. Wasting no time, I plunged into the hot water and settled in for a long soak. I purposely kept the lights off, so as I sat in the dark, I could barely make out the steam rising from the water's surface and reflecting the moonlight. Jets taking off from
Hot tub on a cold night
Hot tub on a cold night
Hot tub on a cold night
It's bitter cold in D.C. tonight. Low 20s at best. Shivering in my own house, I decided there was only one cure: a soak in the hot tub. The hot tub was already set to 104 degrees, so I stripped down and dashed out into the dark cold. A thin sheet of ice had formed along the cover's edge where steam met freezing air. I flipped open the top, crystals crackling, steam wafting. Wasting no time, I plunged into the hot water and settled in for a long soak. I purposely kept the lights off, so as I sat in the dark, I could barely make out the steam rising from the water's surface and reflecting the moonlight. Jets taking off from