There is a spot of chocolate syrup on my sweater. I am wearing sweatpants in the middle of the day. My snack of choice is a heaping bowl of mashed potatoes with a side of horseradish, and the literature is an intriguing study of the gnostic gospels so that my mental appetite can also be fed. Holed up in the spare bedroom, pillows and comforter just so, I can read and view the trees outside at the same time, half their leaves still clinging in golden valiance. Just for an hour or so.