CLH said she'd borrowed non-Tudor Philippa Gregorys from the library but they didn't look as good as the Tudor ones. She began reading The Virgin's Lover, which I brought to her, and I leafed through Wideacre. Then, blarg, I read the whole thing, and then its sequel, Favored Child. If V.C. Andrews had written Wuthering Heights during George II, it might have been like this. I am going to read the third one, I know, and then I am going to slice my own head off so I don't have to know that I did so or remember anything about them.
I have no idea how far I went. I "ran" about 40 minutes.
Sneakers, water sandals, and dressy sandals for a comped dinner at CLH's restaurant Friday made for three pairs of shoes on a six-day trip. If I hadn't run at least once, that would have made my excessive packing overpacking. Can't have that.