Something to Read and Someplace Warm

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Something to read and someplace warm. Combine those two things and you get my idea of heaven, or at least my idea of a relaxing time. This relaxing time is more and more fleeting for me, I’m afraid. The rarity of these moments, however, is probably what makes me yearn for them so much.

I just don’t have a lot of time on my hands to really sink into a book. I get a few pages here or there, but I never get a day to just push through a book. It’s just how it is. As far as the “someplace warm” goes, you have to understand that I live in the Northeast United States. It’s probably not going to be warm here for another three or four months. Again, that’s just how it is. Combine this with the fact that I live in a nice, but cold house (forced air heat) and I don’t have a lot of warm moments.

You all know what I mean, though, right? Sitting in my favorite chair, feet propped up, book in my hands, and nowhere to go, wrapped nicely in a warm soft blanket. Sounds pretty good, huh?

What is your idea of a relaxing time?