So, I disabled the anti-scald device in the plumbing system. Then I plugged the overflow of the tub in the master bathroom off of the Situation Room here at the Ant Farm, my home... after that, it was a matter or loading up on ice cubes and Bulleit bourbon and pouring a couple hunnit gallons of water hot enough to boil a lobster, and I had myself a good 90-min soak here as part of my last night at home.
For reals, yo. That was a religious experience. My ass is reborn.
Tomorrow it's all grub shopping and a 250mile drive down the rt 95 Highway to Hell between Boston and Brooklyn.