When I was in middle school the Harry Potter books were just coming out. Kids in my class would wait in line for them then read these 700+ page tomes in one sitting, presumably by a fire of some kind, in a chair with wings and dark cool colors to them, or maybe red. Plum, perhaps. I never did that because I was too dyslexic to read like that. That only came the summer after I graduated from school. Even still I mostly listen to audiobooks. 
Reading books, particularly large books, particularly in one sitting has always struck me as a particularly youthful love affair. When the desire strikes me I feel younger, I feel more alive. 
This is all to say that I don’t want to write a long post, I want to read a book. It’s not a very good one, but I want to be in my bed with it in my hands, a blanket over my feet, and a dog against my legs. 

So I’m going to go do that. 

You should do that too.

Dog is optional. 

Just don’t watch TV