rainy lazin'

pictorial evidence of how a bookworm self-entertains when confined at home on a rainy afternoon with a tender jaw.

devour literary munchies that range from whimsical revisitation of days long gone through childhood faves, or continuing on novels abandoned halfway through, diverted by new distractions.

either way, this bookworm is nicely satisfied, comfortably tucking in, armed with a hot cuppa choc.

I could get used to this. Heehee.