On my bedside table right now. After my recent reading blitz I seem to be taking a breather for a moment, although am a little spoiled for choice. I don't read more than one book at a time, I know some do, but I just don't find it appealing.
And this is the mess on my bed. I used to think that I just disliked ironing, but as I only ever resort to ironing things I'd be ashamed to wear wrinkled, I've come to realise that I just don't like putting laundry away either. I view it a little like filing and only do it when it's completely out of control, which is now.