A Librarian and I walked our usual 3.4 mile route this morning but in reverse, just to keep things interesting. We've decided that we're going to walk every day from now on unless there's a schedule conflict. I'm taking my treadmill to her house soon so we can still walk and chat together once the weather gets cold.
I considered going to a yoga class this morning, but decided I felt like staying home. Instead, I read my second book of the last two days, only taking a break to run down to the sausage shop for a quick lunch.
I've been making my way through a stack of books that my aunt brought over. So far I've read Dog on It by Spencer Quinn and Birds of a Feather by Jacqueline Winspear. I liked them both and both are mysteries, but they have almost nothing in common other than that.
I'd like to re-read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, but I can't seem to find my copy. I suspect my sister might have it.
Now I'm just waiting for my husband to wake up so we can hang out until he leaves for his gig tonight. It's nice having the chance to be a complete homebody sometimes.