As the evening winds down and I prepare to retire to my room, I am struck by just how much I love crawling into my bed with a book. Having a few books strewn on the unused side is beautiful to me (the occasional presence of a lover isn’t bad either). That a cat or three is usually mixed in with the pile is all the better. In the morning, I will wake up to a cup of coffee, already brewed thanks to the pot’s handy self-timer. The simple life is for me.