For me, and many others, it means running a warm bath and settling in among the soft-scented bubbles.
This is a surprising fact, since my only form of washing was just an old, claw-foot tub when growing up. Showers were much more desirable. However, I've come to relish the feeling of warmth and relaxation I've come to associate with a bubble bath, and being alone with a good book is one of the purest forms of delight at the end of the day.
Well, can you guess what happened last night? That's right...
I dropped my book in the water.
I was shocked and more than a little bit perturbed, as my relaxed state was immediately undone. I tried drying it with a hairdryer (which I've seen people do in more than one movie), and it actually worked. However, to turn it one page at a time would have been a nightmare, so Jake suggested I hang it up like so...
|The poor library book...|