Those of you who know me well, know about the irony of my running a company that makes and sells bath products and that I hate taking baths. A few years ago when I became a chi-runner in order to make the running part of my triathlons not suck so much I learned the value of a bath after a workout. I still don't like them, but I know that my legs hurt less the day after a workout if I take the time to have one.
I used a Harry Potter bath bomb(one of my fun, but annoying creations that involves black colouring in the mix which leaves black residue on the tub) and it smelled great. I brought a magazine, and the phone and I lay there. I lay there, like a slug or a seal or some other floundering thing wondering what the hell I was doing there. I deep conditioned my hair -and I asked myself why bother? since I am cutting my hair off in 2 weeks for the chemo gig.
I lay there and wished I had one of those desk thingys from the painting I learned about in art history class. The name of the painting escapes me, but it was some royal guy who had a skin condition who did his royal paperwork in the tub all the time and had a desk made. Maybe if I had one of those I would like the bath 'cause I could get something done while lying there like a slug.
So that settles it. I will like baths when I have a custom made tub (tubs are not made for short people like me) a special desk and some royal attendants to keep the water hot.