I had an epiphany today.
There I was, mourning the passing of summer and the creeping fingers of winter, lamenting the changing of seasons to my friend. We were both freezing, unused to the chill breath of winter, when one of us struck upon an idea. A bath!
What could be better then taking a hot sweet scented bath when the cold overcame you? It was a splendid idea.
However, then I remembered the shortcomings of baths and indeed, why I took them so little.
Boredom.
Alright, so I get bored easily, so sue me.
So when you first sink into that warm lovely water it feels like heaven on earth, your worries wash away and you are surrounded by warmth. But after a while, you get too hot, and bored, and irritated and it turns into a whole fiasco which is too bothersome to go through with.
So I don't take baths.
But then, my friend struck upon an idea.
"I'm going to go read by awesome book in the bath now" she told me smugly.
I blinked. Reading? In the Bath? How odd.
"Won't your book get wet?" I asked stupidly.
There was a laugh, "No, you hold the book above the water and read. Haven't you ever done that before?"
Suddenly a world of possabilities opened up to me. You could read in the bath??
Spectacular.
I immediatly rushed to try the novel idea, and found it wanting.
And that my friend, is how I discovered reading in baths.
Try it, you know you want to.
