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BATHS FOR THE WIN BY JACK VENING

I once had a housemate who loved baths so much I had to take him aside to ask if everything was OK. It was always the big moment of his day, the thing everything led to. “I’m running a bath,” he would warn gravely, in case we needed to get any business in before he started. Then he would sit on the floor of our pathetic little shower, drain half-plugged with a hand towel, running the water lightly over his back and listening to audiobooks for roughly two hours of Standard Earth Time, sometimes more than once a day.

This was someone who chose baths, even when no bath was present. It was his nirvana. He just got it. (He was