It's hot where I live, upper nineties, humidity like walking through a warm bath. One of the nicest pleasures is entering air conditioned buildings – the office, Wal-Mart (WMT), home, where it is cool and crisp.
Another simple pleasure is to put my alarm clock and my cell phone under the bed before I go to sleep. I only do this once or twice a month, but the thought of sleeping past 6 a.m. makes me so excited I can barely sleep.
Of course, sleep itself is a simple pleasure, a rare and precious gift, most days. Indoor plumbing, as I've mentioned, isn't so rare but it is no less precious. I'm grateful every day for hot and cold running water and flushing toilets.
Perhaps the greatest pleasure, though, is going to bed at night with a clear conscience. As Bob Dylan said, "a man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do."
