wine and booksNo mat­ter how hard I try to change up my read­ing rou­tine, it more or less stays the same. So here it is to share with the Inter­net: I can only read in bed and at night. At least, that’s when I do most of my read­ing. It’s been that way for years.

Rarely if ever do I read on the couch or at the kitchen table, sit­ting out­side, soak­ing in the tub or with other peo­ple milling about. Nope. I must have two, no three things while read­ing: a good book, good light­ning and com­plete silence. Hav­ing the door locked isn’t required but it’s nice. A bot­tle of wine, maybe?

I’ve tried read­ing dur­ing the day on my off days from work. It just doesn’t hap­pen. The only time I get any read­ing done is late in the evening. It’s been my rou­tine for 18 years and count­ing. This rou­tine didn’t really start until I went to col­lege. After each and every vig­or­ous study ses­sion, often I’d reward myself with some late night read­ing and it has stuck ever since. I don’t know. Read­ing at night pro­vides for not only silence but the mood and the ambiance is also nice. To read at work, not hap­pen­ing either. No time.

I wish I could read any­where or every­where at any­time but I must acknowl­edge my lim­i­ta­tions. I’ve sim­ply come to accept the fact that I just pre­fer to read late at night. Slowly but surely, I’m read­ing bit by bit dur­ing the day but am I the only one who prefers late night read­ing? Surly not?