I had my online bookclub today. I had problems with my laptop microphone, so I ended up leaving the house and heading toward the gym to get a head start. We discussed digging in.
We all liked it. Discussed and moved on. We chatted about everything buy books and chose the next book and the general date for discussion.
I was glad that the chosen book was erotic stories for Punjabi widows. I already own the book, and it’s part of the stack of paper books. One small problem… it was on the bottom of the stack. I decided that I’d deal with it when I got home.
I started a challenge with an online friend. Thirty minutes of exercise daily. So I headed to the gym.
I had made it out the door, into the car, through the book discussion, to the ATM, got coffee, and went to the gym. I left the gym after my workout and went to the grocery store since we’re having a second Thanksgiving dinner for leftovers tomorrow. As I was pushing the cart, I felt something weird inside my tshirt. In the middle of the grocery store, I reached in and pulled out a sock. At least it reminded me that I needed drier sheets?
I got home, unpacked the groceries, and decided that I should unbury the book while I was thinking about it, and while I had energy. I managed to wiggle it free from the stack with only moving it and two other books. Nothing toppled into my head. Thankfully. I opened the book to find that its print is so tiny that I may need a magnifying glass.
I started the book for sci fi bookclub that’s due on the 2nd. I am on track to finish it on time.