My book addiction continues unabated. I finished that Harlen Coben book last night and started reading Scarpetta but that wasn’t enough. I ordered the next book in the Myron Bolitar series by Harlen Coben even though it’s only available in paperback and would have bought the next book in Barry Eisler’s John Rain series if I could have navigated my sister’s Amazon account. I was even fantasizing about visiting the Borders in downtown San Francisco to buy more books. Sheesh.

I went back to the gym today and I felt weak. My stomach is better, but it still felt like someone had replaced them with concrete. And a new mop head was waiting for me, which was hard to use because a new mop head absorbs a lot of water and is much heavier than a used mop head. Ah, well, that just means I got a better workout.