…as long as a good book is part of it.

So, after naps, it’s out somewhere for a long dog walk. Then back home, and dinner prep. Next a half an hour or so of tooting my own horn (key of b-flat). Then time to feed the dog and pour a cocktail. When Pax is done with his chow we all retire to the breezeway, the fake woodstove fires up, and Pax chews his bully-stick while I do a blog. (The two operations have remarkable similarities.) Time passes and then dinner is served (often accompanied by CNN on the laptop), after which Pax goes briefly to the backyard, and then we all retire to the living room and an episode of something via Apple TV, Prime, or Netflix. (We are now watching Lupin.) When the episode finishes I grab my book, a wee bit of cheese, and a few pretzels, and move to someplace less comfortable to read. Currently a Donna Leon book (#27) that I somehow missed when reading the whole wonderful series.

Without the book as a digestif, the whole routine would collapse. There is no frigate like a book.