On my walk back from the gym, I like to treat myself to Whole Foods. Not to their food, my paycheck needs a few more zeros to afford that, but to their vestibule. Few things tickle me more than when I tear out or copy and paste free info from random and diverse sources to share with others at a later point (hence the birth of my e-newsletter, Smatterings). A favorite ritual is to grab all the freebie publications in the Whole Foods lobby, climb into bed with them, lay items I tear out – I call them nuggets – on my nighttable and throw the rest of the paper or magazine on the floor till morning. If Terry Gross is whispering in my ear as I nugget-scan, well, that’s just perfection.