(5) three-hour baths

So I have worked every Saturday for the last month, not exactly my favorite way to spend a weekend, but there's this in compensation: having worked all day on what is technically a day off means that I need not feel even a little bit bad about coming back home, walking the dogs, and then immersing myself in a book and the hottest water I can stand, for as long as I can stand it.

In case you were wondering, it takes about three hours and four hot water replenishes to work one's way through Nick Hornby's Juliet, Naked. It's always lovely to revisit a favorite author, one that you've kept pace with over the years, his youth creeping forward into middle age at the same rate yours does. And when you add in the hot water? Bliss.