Stop!

So I got up at 9 am after a really good night's sleep - thanks to the Favorite Naval Consort's bedtime story (no, he does not read to me from Alfred Thayer Mahan) and happy news and M&Ms and various pharmaceuticals enhancements, lol.

I made my bed, cleaned/sorted some stuff. Made two important phone calls.

Then I decided to take a bath. The main bathroom is on the second floor and my Dad has this little office right outside. There is a computer and a stereo. He plays computer games, probably part of why he is so sharp at 76. He plans out his day. And he plays music. It's the usually what you would expect....Sinatra, etc. So he wasn't there, but the music was playing. I am enjoying a nice relaxing bath. And on comes.....

...and I sink lower in the tub and close my eyes......

.....and then.....

My Dad walks somewhere nearby singing along in his best Barry White baritone. I said it was his best...I didn't say it was good.

I am soooooo disturbed.