Reading the International New York Times on a quiet morning while drinking good Italian coffee from a Hermes porcelain breakfast cup, attending Evensong in a beautiful old Anglican church or sitting in a Buddhist temple in the evening while listening to monks chant, walks in parks with my happy little dog, sitting in a sunny window on a cold winter day and soaking in the joy of the morning; a good book; a funny movie. To me these are true foretastes of Paradise. If U think that these simple pleasures make me a silly old queen, then I guess I am a silly old queen.