Day 12: Covers

As I was doing the dishes after dinner, I thought about all the things I had left on my list for the month. My enthusiasm for starting a new project at the end of the day was non-existent. I’m too sleepy for any of this.

For some reason, my mind kept wandering to the ritual of bedtime stories and then it occurred to me: if all I want to do is get in bed, close my eyes, and have someone read to me, why don’t I make that happen? The selection of audiobooks and podcasts floating around the internet is limitless!

Today’s little change is a throwback to the clock radio in my childhood bedroom, that, like every other radio in the house, was permanently tuned to the CBC. For years, a show called Between the Covers aired just as I settled into bed. Each night, a reassuring, faceless voice would read me a portion of a book, transport me to another place, and lull me to sleep. Though it hasn’t ever occurred to me to recreate that for myself, I still think about that show often. To have someone, anyone, even a total stranger, read to you is (at least in my humble opinion) the most beautiful ending to a day.