There are a few simple joys in life that I rank right up near the top of what makes a perfect day, and one of them is reading in bed before bedtime. I’ve done it since I was a kid and it’s better than any feel-good drug on the market (although there was a time after my appendix perforated that a few shots of morphine or something like that had me smiling at the dancing unicorns on the ceiling). Rumor has it there are other fun things to do in bed, too, but as I’m single I can only speculate on what those might be…