I have no idea how it happened, but I accidentally worked 12 hours yesterday. Granted, a big chunk of that time was spent getting to and fro an important meeting, but still, I felt like I was semi-on duty — responding to email on my iPhone, mentally strategizing, yada yada…

When I got back home, I fixed a quick snack for myself (a flame-grilled meatless Boca Burger – so freaking good…), flipped through the Angelina Jolie cover story in the new Vanity Fair (I’m sorry, but she’s just the most beautiful mama on the planet) and eventually wound my way to the master salle de bains. The intention was to take a lightning-fast shower, divest myself of the day’s grit and grime, and hit the hay.

But once I felt that hot water, something snapped deep within me and I decided to shift gears and take a bath instead. Pouring perhaps a gallon of my beloved Kiss My Face Peaceful Patchouli bath & shower gel into the tub, I sank down into a Everest-caliber mountain of bubbles.

The net-net of this watery adventure: I’m lifting my summer moratorium on hot, steamy baths, stat. They’re just too damn relaxing to forgo for any sizeable chunk of time. I felt truly yummy, albeit slightly pruny, when I emerged. And that 12-hour day? Gone, baby. Gone.