My environment?...... exactly like King Brown's. Temperature in the mid forties. Feet nestled up next to my Keroson heater. My carpet tunnel hand wrapped around my TV controller dialing back and forth between the Nickelodeon 1&2 channels. No woman around to nag at me and tell me to put on some clothes. Chips, pretzels, dip, drink filling the cluttered coffee tables on each side of my recliner. And a gun safe full of 21s. Well.......almost exactly like King Brown. Ain't life grand?