bed time reading

Last Thursday, I prepared for bed and was pleasantly surprised to find that my bedmate had nicely made the bed and fluffed the pillows. It was a cozy and inviting picture of domesticity. I then glanced at his pillow and saw that he had laid out his night time reading material. Was it Plato’s Republic? Maybe Ulysses? Perhaps the poems of Hesiod? No, no, it was the Macy’s weekend sale catalogue.