People never believe me when I say this, but the truth is that I am a massively antisocial person. This morning, I experienced my personal definition of bliss.

A weekend morning, early.

Waking up to a pleasant soreness in my body from two consecutive days of hard workouts, knowing that I’ve earned my day off.

Padding out to the living room, sitting on the couch. Relishing the clean, snug, safe house enclosing myself and a snoring fiance.

A book. A pot of coffee.

And two and a half hours in which to blissfully lose myself.

Truly, I don’t think you can get much better than that.