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. I’m officially modifying my original rule of not reading the book-of-the-week off-treadmill. I’m usually going to look at length and try to divide it up somewhat evenly per day, even if that means either closing that book early (if it’s short) or continuing after (if it’s long).
Week 164: January 12, 2020 – January 18, 2020
| DAY | PACE | TIME | DISTANCE |
| Sunday | 30 min/mile | 30:06 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Monday | 30 min/mile | 30:12 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Tuesday | 30 min/mile | 30:09 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Wednesday | 30 min/mile | 30:41 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Thursday | 30 min/mile | 31:06 min:sec | 1 mile |
| Friday | Breaking/Clearing Snow/Ice from Driveway | ~ 1 hr | Dunno |
| Saturday | 30 min/mile | 31:00 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: I Buried a Witch (Bedknobs and Broomsticks 02) by Josh Lanyon
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Something old, something new, something borrowed…something blacker than the darkest night.
Cosmo Saville adores his new husband, but his little white lies—and some very black magic—are about to bring his fairytale romance to an end. Someone is killing San Francisco’s spellcasters—and the only person Cosmo can turn to—the man who so recently swore to love and cherish him—isn’t taking his phone calls.
The only magic Police Commissioner John Joseph Galbraith believes in is true love. Discovering he’s married to a witch—a witch with something alarmingly like magical powers—is nearly as bad as discovering the man he loved tricked and deceived him. John shoulders the pain of betrayal and packs his bags. But when he learns Cosmo is in the crosshairs of a mysterious and murderous plot, he knows he must do everything in in his mortal power to protect him.
Till Death do them Part. With their relationship on the rocks, Cosmo and Commissioner Galbraith join forces to uncover the shadowy figure behind the deadly conspiracy…
Can the star-crossed couple bring down a killer before the dark threat extinguishes true love’s flame?
I Buried a Witch is the second book in the smart and sexy Bedknobs and Broomsticks romantic gay mystery trilogy. If you like endearing characters, spell-binding conflict, and spooky, good fun, then you’ll love Josh Lanyon’s tale of a blue knight and his slightly wicked witch.
Buy I Buried a Witch to lose yourself in the magic today!
My favorite lines this week…
✿✿ SUNDAY ✿✿
In our silence lies our safety. The final—and some would say the most important—of the Ten Precepts.
Still, I persisted, “I understand, but times are changing. Mortals are more accepting now. Of a lot of things.”
“Not really. Fashions change. That’s about it. And even fashion cycles around again.”
Kind of a bleak outlook from a girl who made cupcakes for a living, but Andi’s feelings mirrored those of a lot of our friends—and both of our families.
✿✿ MONDAY ✿✿
John was not particularly romantic. Which was fine because it turned out I was romantic enough for both of us.
✿✿ TUESDAY ✿✿
John listened, commenting just often enough to prove he really was paying attention, and honestly, I loved him for that. I mean, I loved him for many reasons, but I loved that though I knew he was bored to tears, he was too fond of her to ever let it show.
✿✿ WEDNESDAY ✿✿
He poured two glasses of wine. “This is an Australian Petit Verdot.”
“Ah.” Wine is all right. I prefer cocktails.
His mouth twitched. He handed me a glass. “Arriba.”
“Abajo.“
“Al centro.” He suggestively rubbed the bowl of his glass against mine.
I grinned. “Adentro.“
“Abracadabra?” John asked, and my heart warmed, remembering earlier. This was how traditions were made. One morning, one evening, one glass at a time. I laughed.
“Abracadabra.”
✿✿ THURSDAY ✿✿
I gazed into his face and understood a couple of hard truths that had escaped me before. Magical abilities notwithstanding, John really did hold all the power in our relationship. And although he had not included “obey” in our wedding vows, my obedience was clearly a condition of our marriage.
The ability to negotiate a hard bargain is the ability to walk away from a bad deal. John—it was right there in the fierce lines of his face, in the steely gleam of his eyes—was prepared—always prepared—to walk away. I was not. Could not even contemplate it. Not then.
In those four minutes I learned more about him than I’d learned in four weeks, and I’m ashamed to admit I crumbled.
✿✿ FRIDAY ✿✿
The best thing about a cocktail party is, in my humble opinion, the cocktails.
✿✿ SATURDAY ✿✿
The reverberating silence that followed was even louder than our raised voices.
I was shocked and horrified by what I’d done. Even so, I wouldn’t have taken it back even if it had been possible. As sick as I felt, I was—weirdly—almost relieved that it was finally out.
However, it didn’t have quite the effect I was expecting.