Some days it's just not worth getting out of bed (or out of what passes for my pjs). What to do, what to do? Turn to my drug-of-choice and read Janet Evanovich's "Fearless Fourteen". Ahhh, a few hours spent with Stephanie Plum, the long-suffering Joe and the delectable Ranger, et voila: I feel better. Almost better than chocolate (although if there had been any chocolate in the house I'd have snorfed down every single bit).