Go through Bed Creature Syndrome (BCS) occasionally. To facilitate it, I got a stand with an articulating arm that could hold an IPad. I swung it over my chest.

Because it was not quite indolent enough, I rigged up a remote page turner to read the kindle books I had downloaded to the IPad (also a sine qua non for the BCS).

Like all good things, however, the BCS starts to burn out and real life (RL) begins to intrude. I have to deal with RL until I can return to BCS, my alma mater.