Early morning and bedtime reading - one of life's sober pleasures.
Waking very early on a cold wintry Sunday morning, I crawl out from under the covers to turn on the heating, go downstairs to make myself a coffee, return to bed to read my book.
Last April, I got into a whole new area of professional interest and bought several books on it. I can't believe how many I've worked through in 2 months. I had a meeting last week with someone about some new initiatives at work and after some discussion he said: "With all the research you've done ..." and proceeded to outline a bunch of opportunities.
Research ...? That was just reading in my spare (sober) time. Now I'm an expert in something after 2 months...? Another one of those light bulb moments of realising how much potential was wasted drinking.