Treadmill Goals/Tracking

• Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily
• Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion
• Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day
• Distance 1-2 miles per day
• Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (exception…at the end of the week where a book is highlighted, I will finish it off-treadmill so I can feature something new the next week)

Week 117: February 17, 2019 – February 23, 2019

DAY	PACE	TIME	DISTANCE
Sunday	30 min/mile	30:14 min:sec	1 mile
Monday	30 min/mile	30:07 min:sec	1 mile
Tuesday	30 min/mile	30:41 min:sec	1 mile
Wednesday	30 min/mile	31:36 min:sec	1 mile
Thursday	30 min/mile	30:19 min:sec	1 mile
Friday	30 min/mile	30:09 min:sec	1 mile
Saturday	30 min/mile	32:57 min:sec	1 mile

What I’m Reading

Note: Although I will try to avoid them, my weekly reading snippets may or may not contain spoilers, so read at your own risk.

What I #amreading: Seance on a Summer’s Night by Josh Lanyon

Theater critic Artemus Bancroft isn’t sure what to expect when his aunt summons him home to California with vague but urgent pleas about being unable to cope with “the situation.”

The situation turns out to be the apparent haunting of Green Lanterns Inn—along with alarming rumors that long-suffering Auntie Halcyone may have murdered her philandering husband.

In fact, the rumors seem to have been started by the late Mr. Hyde himself—from beyond the grave.

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My favorite lines this week…

✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿

My darling Auntie,” I said. “It’s one thing to be open-minded about the possibility of the supernatural. It’s another to bundle the Psychic Hotline with other phone and Internet services.

✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿

In the center of the upper garden stood a small dusty fountain, the basin clotted with leaves and browned blossoms. A moss-stained and muddy marble Diana, bow drawn, was as wide-eyed and indignant as if she’d been splashed by tires while waiting on a street corner.

✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿

I tried to keep my tone neutral. “You know, with Liana next door playing third crone from the right, no wonder your imagination has started to get the better of you. I’d be freaked out too.”

✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿

There it was again. The feeling that he was enjoying a private joke at my expense. At the same time, I didn’t sense any malice or meanness in him. He was smiling at me with that unexpected twinkle in his eyes.

It was hard not to smile back, and actually, not smiling back would defeat the purpose. I wanted him disarmed. I wanted him to open up to me. Right? I gave him an answering smile, my charming best, and watched him blink in the radiance.

✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿

I looked back at Roma. Beneath the lacey shadow, her face was thrown into strange, exaggerated relief by the band of moonlight, enlarging her elegant nose, deepening her eye sockets, shadowing her cheeks so that she looked disturbingly crone-like. A sense of foreboding crawled down my back.

✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿

For a few seconds I stood motionless, just…absorbing the feel of the room. It seemed cold for a summer night, and the sense of menace I’d felt earlier was back. But was that the room, or was that imagination getting the better of me? Because it was all too easy to start imagining something lurking in the shadows, watching us with hollowed eyes as we stumbled around in panic. I could almost visualize a grinning skeleton standing across the room from me.

✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿

As the door swung shut behind them, Seamus muttered, “Well, that could have gone better.”

“Oh, do you think so?”

He glanced at me and scowled.