For the #comfortreadathon I‘m settling in with my cats, a blanket (though it‘s 75 degrees out… in November), and a mystery my dad lent me. I‘m in the middle of The Collected Regrets of Clover, but that feels a little too somber and contemplative. I think something scandalous and outlandish will be better at holding my attention. My goal is not to be on my phone for chunks of at least an hour.