I even have one of my stuffed pigs--hey, no laughing at this 60+ year old woman who still loves pigs. Had I been born a native American, no doubt my name would be "Sleeps with Pigs." Friends and family who know that I love pigs have tended to buy me many many many pigs--stuffed, figurines, etc. Truth is, I have maxed out on pigs.
Of course, I have my notebook for storing up "blog ant" ideas (a la Julie Z).
And finally, I have my cup of morning coffee--right next to the book I am currently reading, should all these other items be exhausted on this most decadent morning.
OK--now it is 8:30. Time to get out of bed, and start raking, vacuuming, laundering, paper grading, whatever.
But the decadent respite was sweet for a time.