I move around an awful lot when I’m reading. I usually start in my chair, trying to sit and read like a normal human being, but seeing as that’s just not the way I was created to be, I tend to move from there to my bed where I lie either on my stomach or my back. Of course the arms and elbows do take quite a bit of wear and tear in these positions so I finally settle in the beanbag in the corner. There I will stay for probably a few hours, lying on my back with my feet up on the bed so as to give my girl Cami some room to sleep beside me. Some (Most) days I don’t even get as far as the beanbag in my reading cycle because there’s a cat or two that’s taken up residence for the day. But that’s life.