I keep a stack of books near my bed that I have gathered to read in the near future. I always read for a few minutes after I go to bed.
If the book is spellbinding, I sometimes continue to read long into the wee hours of the morning.
Reading never fails to move me away from the trials and tribulations of the day towards tranquility and slumber. It is a small comfort that I can count on everyday. No matter what has happened during my waking hours, I can retire to that small pleasure.
What small comforts do you count on in your day?