- 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 139: July 21, 2019 – July 27, 2019
|Sunday||30 min/mile||32:34 min:sec||1 mile|
|Monday||30 min/mile||31:23 min:sec||1 mile|
|Tuesday||Mowed Yard||1-1/2 hours||Front & Back|
|Wednesday||30 min/mile||30:07 min:sec||1 mile|
|Thursday||30 min/mile||30:15 min:sec||1 mile|
|Friday||30 min/mile||30:49 min:sec||1 mile|
|Saturday||30 min/mile||30:34 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: The Monuments Men Murders (The Art of Murder 4) by Josh Lanyon
Someone is watching. Someone is waiting.
Despite having attracted the attention of a dangerous stalker, Special Agent Jason West is doing his best to keep his mind on his job and off his own troubles.
But his latest case implicates one of the original Monuments Men in the theft and perhaps destruction of part of the world’s cultural heritage–a lost painting by Vermeer. Naval Reserve Lieutenant Commander Emerson Harley wasn’t just a World War 2 hero, he was the grandfather Jason grew up idolizing. In fact, Grandpa Harley was a large part of what inspired Jason to join the FBI’s Art Crime Team.
Learning that his legendary grandfather might have turned a blind eye to American GIs “liberating” priceless art treasures at the end of the war is more than disturbing. It’s devastating.
Jason is determined to clear his grandfather’s name, even if that means breaking a few rules and regulations himself–putting him on a collision course with romantic partner BAU Chief Sam Kennedy.
Meanwhile, someone in the shadows is biding his time…
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
Jason grinned into the darkness. On the flickering television screen, David Niven had just managed the ultimate feat of magic by saving his marriage.
“Safe travels,” Jason said. He did not want to hang up. Did not want to sever this tenuous connection.
Sam answered, “Sweet dreams, West.”
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
Phillips was tall and athletic, with the kind of freckles that looked like a fashion statement rather than genetics. She wore a black pantsuit, and her champagne-colored hair was pulled up in a bun that bore zero resemblance to the version sported by schoolmarms and spinster cat ladies.
“Chief Sandford!” She sketched a wave to Sandford that might have been something else had sixty-plus people not been watching her.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿ (Sadly I was too busy meeting a deadline to read off-treadmill this time.)
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
Anyway, it seemed to Jason that these days Sam was a little more…maybe not relaxed. But more at ease? He even smiled at the girl behind the reception desk. Okay, he didn’t actually smile, but he did curve his cheek briefly.
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
There must have been something in his voice because Sam said, “You okay?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You sure?”
“Yeah, of course. There was nothing like people thinking you were acting oddly to make you start acting oddly. Jason winked. “Maybe a little sleep deprived.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
Reluctantly, Baby led the way down an almost eerily unblemished hall to a living room that looked like it had been decorated by Mr. Clean. White walls, white carpet, white furniture, white blinds. Jason had seen operating rooms with more color—and warmth.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
For one halle-fucking-lujah of a moment he had thought it was over, and the relief had been…almost embarrassing. But it wasn’t over, and coming so close to deliverance merely made this part harder.