One of the most peaceful places in the world has to be the bathroom. It's probably the only place where you are completely left alone. I mean, you're not exactly going to take your cell phone in there while you take a shower. And answering any pesky calls would totally defeat the purpose of a long, leisurely bubble bath. And I don't think anyone wants to talk to someone on the toilet.
Therefore, the bathroom has become the only place where I am completely alone with my thoughts. (I also do a lot of thinking in the car, but there I'm sometimes distracted by the radio or the radio or Baby Girl.) The bathroom is the place where some of the most obscure memories of Pablo come back to me. It's where I get the saddest. I guess during the rest of the day, I'm usually able to easily distract myself with something else. That's usually not the case in the bathroom. There's but so much within those four walls. I know I could take a book in there with me, but I guess I cherish those few precious minutes where I can really work through a little bit of my grief.