Bathtub Tunes

I'm using this heightened moment as an opportunity to try things I've always wanted to try, with the hope that maybe I'm secretly a genius, and that the things I discover in isolation during this period will be the things that gets the Quah name immortalized in the annals of history textbooks across the world, for at least the next three hundred years.

For example: I've taken to starting off my mornings lounging, fully-clothed, in my bathtub, preferably dry but not always, listening to very loud and very melodramatic music, with the hypothesis that this would be a decent replacement for caffeine when I finally run out of Bustelo.

On the menu this morning:

You know what, it ain't half-bad