I added the souped up "Little Less Conversation" to a workout playlist and moved "Corduroy" into it too. That helped.
20' and 20' Precor elliptical, level 12 incline 15
Tricep rope pull down, 3x12 @20.
Right after the elliptical I moved toward the back extension frame, but someone got there a step ahead of me. Grr. So I went for the lat pull down, and someone else got there a step ahead of me, with an apologetic look, having I think been waiting for it, and offering to spell sets with me. I shook my head, disliking to alternate sets (moving the weight pin, and what if the person does more or fewer reps with more or less time between...maybe I don't share well). I told him to go ahead, that I'd do tricep rope pulldowns, but that afterward he'd have to help me get another guy off the back extension machine.
"Maybe," he agreed, "but not if he's bigger than me."
I couldn't do the tricep rope pulldowns the past couple of tries @20, where 10 pounds was ridiculously inadequate. And then today, did the pulley pop, or what? Because something moved, and I squoke, and then I could do it. But first I crouched to look at the weight stack: had I not engaged the pin fully? "What happened there?" I wondered aloud.
"I don't know," said the friendly usurper doing lat pulldowns. "But you hurt my ears." I apologized for startling him. To myself, though, I grinned, because using a strong-verb form for the past tense of "squeak" is something I adopted through cockatiel companionship, since he does not speak but squeaks.
For weights I listened to Susan Tedeschi, whom I learned of through my sister. She's like Bonnie Raitt in style and I am well pleased.
Lateral pulldowns, 3x15 @70
Back extensions, 3x15
Arm extensions, 3x12 @30.
Sometimes a movie happens along that exactly suits my mood. I really want to reread this, in paper, because the audio version was lovely but I remember little of my listen twelve years ago. I remember a few lines: from a hunt, when she says, "Was this shot not a declaration of love?" which was such an alien mindset for me that it stuck with me, and the Kikuyu telling her they did not think she would forget about them, which again was such a peculiar way to convey their missing her that it stuck.
(In French, or so I understand, you don't say "I'll miss you." The verb, the concept of which I can't articulate in English, is reversed, so you say something like "You'll miss me" but you're speaking of your own emotion. Or something. Nisou messed up her English once, using the French idiom--her English gets more expat and continental all the time--which is how I learned that. Or thought I learned that.)
Anyway, lovely book or not, it's a lovely movie. I have known, since I first saw it as an innocent young thing of 17, that it has one of the sexiest lines in all cinema: "Don't move." It also has one of the strongest, when the governor's wife says of her own word, "You have mine." And one of the loveliest, when the protagonist tells Farah that she wants to hear him speak her name: "You are Karen, sabu."
Also, Michael Kitchen, who plays Berkeley, is dead sexy. I looked him up in imdb, where I learned that of course the name is spelled with an e. Clerk. Derbyshire. Damn Brits, spelling things before they shifted their vowels.