I took a bath the other day.  That’s not remarkable, but baths for me usually mean one thing:  I need to escape.  Retreat.  Hide from the world.  Nothing terrible had happened.  Giving in to the lure of the bathtub simply means I’ve been overexposed – too many people for too long with too little downtime.   In the tub, the outside world still exists, my obligations … Continue reading Up on the roof