It’s another rainy weekend here in the southeast, which normally I would not mind except the days in between (when I’m working) have been sunny and nice for the most part and it’s only the when the weekend rolls around that the grey clouds come out. Watch, next weekend, which is my Saturday to work, will be all sunshine.

It was only a light misty rain early this afternoon, so after church and lunch I headed out for what has now become my regular Sunday run. Last year was the year I finally decided to lose weight and get in shape. Inspired by my friend Susan, I joined Weight Watchers and started back at the gym. I thought participating in a 5K would be a good thing to aspire to, so back in October, I ran my first 5K along with my husband and my friend, Jeanie. Two more 5Ks followed and then I got the bright idea to participate in a half-marathon. I got another friend of mine who recently did the breast cancer 3-day to agree to do it with me, and we are training to do a combination of running and walking the half-marathon, which takes place at the end of March. So anyway, I got 2 miles into what was supposed to be a 6 mile run today, but almost as soon as I set out, the light mist turned to a steady rain, which has since turned into monsoon-like conditions and a tornado watch. I figured I was not that dedicated and could finish up my 4 miles at the gym tomorrow morning. So instead I came home and settled back in the comfy chair with a blanket and a good book while my Sunday pot roast cooks in the crockpot. Life is good, indeed.

And what book am I curled up with, you may ask? Well, it should have been Mrs. Mike, the classic tale of love in the Canadian wilderness, but yesterday as I was in the midst of the book and coming up on a scene where something mysterious was going to be unveiled, I come to the bottom of the left page, which says:

“We came over on a small boat, my father, my mother and five sisters and brothers. It was strange how it happened. The

and the next words at the top of the right page were:

“Well, you know now.”

Wait. What? I know? No, I don’t! You were just about to tell me! What’s going on here?!? I read a little more and it’s different characters talking around a dinner table, a completely different setting than the previous page. I look at the page numbers and see that the left page was number 154 but the right page is 187. Dang it! Foiled by a publishing misprint! And of course, it was a remaindered copy I bought months ago who knows where, so it’s not like I can take the book back to where I bought it and exchange it out. And thanks to my self-imposed book-buying ban, I can’t just run down to the nearest bookstore and buy myself a new copy. The only copy in our library system is a large-print version at another branch so I have to wait for it to be sent to our library, which means I won’t be able to return to the story for at least a few days.

So instead, I’m returning to The Woman in White, which I started out reading earlier this month as part of Leila’s read-a-long, but got put aside so that I could focus on Beach Music, which took me two weeks to get through the first 200 pages, 3 days to get through the middle two hundred pages, and 5 hours to get through the last two hundred pages, finishing up at 3:24 a.m. the morning before my book club this past Thursday. I’ll leave the rest of my comments for the extravaganza that was Beach Music for its own post, but suffice it to say that it took all attention away from The Woman in White for much of January.

Speaking of January being almost outta here, have you signed up for the Bibliophilic Books Challenge yet? There’s only one more week before the signup period expires, and I will be drawing for an appropriate prize from all the initial registrants. So head on over there and sign up!

OK, that’s it for me for this Sunday. I’m off to Limmeridge House!