I have a number of hobbies, of which I would safely say reading is my most indulged. It's more of a hobby, though; it's a necessity, and, on certain days or with certain books, a compulsion. And while it seems that these days I don't have the luxury of controlling my reading environment, when I can, I like things a certain way.
First, a hot drink, a luxury in summer as well as winter. Tea is my number one choice, Orange Pekoe or Irish Breakfast in the mornings, Earl Grey in the afternoons, although coffee is preferred if it's required that I sneak in a little reading at 5:00 a.m. And piping hot in both cases. At night, herbal tea in spring and summer, a hot cider in the fall, hot chocolate in winter, with a mini candy cane melting away in it during the holidays, although my favourite this yuletide season has been eggnog instead of milk in my morning coffee. Yum.
Next, I must have a variety of squishy pillows to prop myself up, and if it's chilly, a big fleece blanket. Pull the coffee table close to me, so I can grab my beverage without having to actually take my eyes from the page to find it, turn the light towards me, and I'm ready to indulge, hoping I can lose myself in the pages for awhile.
Ah, perfection.
Pat
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