Monday, February 23, 2026

CBBC Week Four: The Age of Innocence, Chapters 27-34

Past discussions:
Week One, chapters 1-10
Week Two, chapters 11-18
Week Three, chapters 19-26


Welcome to Week Two of Cool Bloggers Book Club (CBBC) for The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton. This week we'll be discussing the last chapters of the novel, 27-34.

There is an Internet archive of the novel and all page numbers I use in this post will be from that edition. 

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What happened in these chapters?

There's a run on the bank because of Beaufort's scheme. Mrs. Mingott had a stroke after a visit from Mrs. Beaufort. Mrs. Mingott wants to see Ellen, so they send a telegram for her. Archer will go pick her up from the train station. 

He picks her up and they discuss that it was the French tutor who helped her leave her husband. Ellen straight out asks him if he wants her to be his mistress, but this scene is nonsense because he wants her, but she doesn't want to lie to May. Meanwhile, he throws a temper tantrum and exits the carriage before dropping her off. 

Ellen is going to stay with Mrs. Mingott and Mrs. Mingott wants Archer to get the rest of the family on board with this plan. 

Archer is bored, he wonders idly if things would be easier if May died. Archer and Ellen meet at the Met. She tells him she's staying with Mrs. Mingott because she think it will keep her away from him. At home, May says she had a long talk with Ellen (foreshadowing!). 

"A really good talk," she went on, smiling with what seemed to Archer an unnatural vividness. "She was so dear — just like the old Ellen. I'm afraid I haven't been fair to her lately..." (page 317)

The next night everyone's at the van der Luydens for a pre-opera dinner. The Beauforts come up and there is shock that Ellen went to see Mrs. Beaufort. How could she! Think of her reputation! At the opera, May is wearing her wedding dress. Archer persuades her to go home with him early and we think he's going to tell her about his super dope feelings for Ellen, but instead May shocks him by telling him that Ellen is going back to Europe. 

May still looked at him with transparent eyes. "Why — since she's going back to Europe so soon; since Granny approves and understands, and has arranged to make her independent of her husband — " (page 327)

Archer and May host their first big dinner party, which is a going away party for Ellen. Archer knows something's up with him and Ellen. 

And then it came over him, in a vast flash made up of many broken gleams, that to all of them he and Madame Olenska were lovers, lovers in the extreme sense peculiar to "foreign" vocabularies. He guessed himself to have been, for months, the centre of countless silently observing eyes and patiently listening ears. (page 338)

The silent organisation which held his little world together was determined to put itself on record as never for a moment having questioned the propriety of Madame Olenska's conduct, or the completeness of Archer's domestic felicity. All these amiable and inexorable persons were resolutely engaged in pretending to each other that they had never heard of, suspected, or even conceived possible, the least hint to the contrary; and from this tissue of elaborate mutual dissimulation Archer once more disengaged the fact that New, York believed him to be Madame Olenska's lover. (page 342 - 343)

After the couple has seen everyone out, May announces that she is pregnant. (And I am not shocked that all the sexytimes was kept off page, but can you even imagine what their love life was like?)

Flash forward a quarter of a century. May and Archer have had three children and May died a couple years back. Archer heads to Paris with his oldest son and his son had planned for them to go see Olenska. Archer, who remains a coward to the last page, decides not to go up to Olenska's apartment.

"It's more real to me here than if I went up," he suddenly heard himself say... (page 364) - Did he really say this out loud while sitting at a bench? 

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mbmom11 sent some gorgeous Gilded Age buildings for our perusal. 

"Here are some pictures of building from 1870-1890 in my town.  One was the county jail ( now part of the college campus), two churches, and the rest homes."

I would commit felony white collar crime to live in that blue house.

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Hat mentions (why hats?):

She laughed, and drawing out her hat pins tossed her velvet hat on the sofa. (page 317)

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Things I looked up (wherein you all learn I've never been to Paris):

Wolfe collection (page 312) - Catharine Lorillard Wolfe (1828–1887) was the first female benefactor of The Met and was said to be the richest unmarried woman in the United States

Cesnola antiquities (page  312) - The Cesnola Collection is remarkable not only for its size and diversity but also for its chronological range, stretching from the Early Bronze Age to the end of antiquity. The Cesnola Collection also did much to establish the Museum’s reputation as a major repository of classical antiquities and put it on a par with the foremost museums in Europe, whose collections had largely been formed at an earlier date.

Ilium (page 312) -  Ilium is another name for the ancient city of Troy

Roman punch (page 330) - Roman Punch, or Punch à la Romaine, is a historically rich, often frozen cocktail that gained immense popularity in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. It is characterized as a decadent, citrus-heavy, and heavily spiked beverage, historically served as a palate-cleansing intermezzo during elaborate multi-course banquets, including the final dinner on the Titanic. Often attributed to early cocktail writers like Jerry Thomas (1862) or "The Only William" Schmidt (1892), with origins in the Papal Palace in Rome. Here's a recipe if you want to try it!

Jacqueminot roses (page 331) - Rosa 'Général Jacqueminot', also called 'General Jack' or 'Jack Rose', is an early Hybrid Perpetual rose cultivar, developed by Roussel, an amateur from Meudon, and introduced by the gardener Rousselet in 1853. The flower was named in honor of Jean-François Jacqueminot, a French general of the Napoleonic Wars.


maidenhair (page 331) - type of fern (or moss or seaweed, but fern makes sense in context)

Maillard bonbons (page 331) - Maillard's was a popular chocolatier in New York City. That link will take you to a blog post written by a romance novel author about her research into it. 

philippic (page 341) - a bitter attack or denunciation, especially a verbal one

Grand-Guignol (page 367) - (1897–1962) was a famous Parisian theater specialized in, and defining of, a genre of naturalistic horror, featuring graphic violence like mutilation, eye-gouging, and murder. Founded by Oscar Méténier and often featuring works by André de Lorde, it aimed to provoke intense fear and shock, often alternating horrifying plays with comedies. 

Invalides (page 370, 371) - Les Invalides is a historic landmark in Paris, France, commissioned by Louis XIV in 1670 as a home and hospital for wounded soldiers. Today, it features the Musée de l’Armée (Army Museum) (military history), the Dome Church containing Napoleon Bonaparte’s tomb, and the Saint-Louis des Invalides Cathedral.

dome of Mansart (page 370) - The Dome of the Invalides (Dôme des Invalides), designed by Jules Hardouin-Mansart and completed in 1706, is a masterpiece of French Baroque architecture in Paris. Commissioned by Louis XIV as a royal chapel, its gilded dome stands over 100 meters high and houses the tomb of Napoleon Bonaparte. 


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Lines of notes:

If society chose to open its doors to vulgar women the harm was not great, though the gain was doubtful; but once it got in the way of tolerating men of obscure origin and tainted wealth the end was total disintegration — and at no distant date. (page 341)

Interesting to see Wharton call this out directly since she's so oblique in many other ways.

He had been, in short, what people were beginning to call "a good citizen." In New York, for many years past, every new movement, philanthropic, municipal or artistic, had taken account of his opinion and wanted his name.' People said: "Ask Archer" when there was a question of starting the first school for crippled children, reorganising the Museum of Art, founding the Grolier Club, inaugurating the new Library, or getting up a new society of chamber music. His days were full, and they were filled decently. He supposed it was all a man ought to ask. (page 349-350)

Archer is forever and ever a twat. 

"And you never told each other anything. You just sat and watched each other, and guessed at what was going on underneath. A deaf-and-dumb asylum, in fact!" (page 359)

Ha! Dallas knows what's up. 

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Last week's homework:

I saw hat or hats twice in this week's reading. Did you see your word? 

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Questions to ponder:

1) "I think you're the most honest woman I ever met!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, no — but probably one of the least fussy," she answered, a smile in her voice.
"Call it what you like: you look at things as they are." "Ah— I've had to. I've had to look at the Gorgon." "Well — it hasn't blinded you! You've seen that she's just an old bogey like all the others."
"She doesn't blind one; but she dries up one's tears." (page 291)

What does Ellen mean that the Gorgon has dried her tears?

2) Man, May telling Ellen she was pregnant before she was sure so that Ellen would have to leave Archer alone? Who here thinks May is maybe the most clever person in the book? (I mean, all praise Mrs. Mingott.)

3) Was anyone expecting this giant time jump? I was surprised by it. 

4) Did anyone else sort of imagine what this would look like as a modern romance novel? Like a scene with May and Archer hate fucking would be amazing, right? And all the gossip would be done via cell phone texts? Now that I've read this, I would like a modern retelling of The Age of Innocence? Any writers who might read this, get on this!

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Upcoming CBBC schedule:

Monday, March 2: Wrap-up - We'll talk about larger questions regarding the whole novel next week!

Sunday, February 22, 2026

2026 F.I.G. Collective - Week Three

Elisabeth challenged us all to find gratitude in February, so she created the Finding Joy in Gratitude Collective. Here are my FIGs for last week.

Sunday, February 15
We went to Dave & Buster's with my BIL, SIL, nephew, and nephew's girlfriend. The food was surprisingly good and there was an oversized Pac-man game I was kind of obsessed with. I'm so grateful we were able to spend time with all of them and have so much fun.

Monday, February 16
CBBC readers! It's so fun to see everyone's comments about the book. 

Tuesday, February 17
My friend T was doing a talk at my work today and it was fun to go and listen to her. And then go to her fitness class later that day. It felt like such a treat to get to spend so much time with her!

Wednesday, February 18
There was a real mystery at work today. A student had applied for graduation. One degree audit said they had 120.5 credits (enough for graduation) and another degree audit said 118.5 credits (not enough for graduation). I was so grateful to have a colleague who I could sit down with and go over every single class and credit until we figured out the mystery. Also, it was very satisfying when we found the answer!

Thursday, February 19
One of my favorite days of the semester is Career Fair day. I always volunteer to help by checking in students or employers or putting up or taking down all the tables and chairs. I am so thankful that we have this great opportunity for our students to start planning ahead for their future endeavors. 


Friday, February 20
The ice is melted on the river. The river has never iced over completely since I've lived here, but it does get a lot of ice on it. But this morning on our walk with Hannah I noticed that there was no ice. Winter is not over by a long shot, but this is a good sign of things to come. (Also, I'm so grateful that Hannah is feeling well enough to practice platforming on that rock. Yay for her.)



Saturday, February 21
I had a lunch and shopping date with Sarah today! I am so lucky that I live in an area with a high concentration of cool bloggers.

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When's the last time you had lunch with a friend? Walked by a body of water?

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Promise Me Sunshine by Cara Bastone

Anyone paying close attention here (lolz) might notice there hasn't been a book review in a long time. That is because I am in a book rut. I was reading meh books and feeling bad about it. You know how you're in a book rut and you start to question your identity as a reader? Is this just me? I don't know. Anyway, Promise Me Sunshine by Cara Bastone was available as an audiobook immediately and Stephany and Kim had written about it gushingly, so I threw my actual TBR to the wind and dove in. 


Lenny is struggling. Her best friend died and her grief is overwhelming everything. She's not going home to the apartment she shared with her friend, she's avoiding her parents, and she's only taking short-term babysitting gigs. One of those short-terms gigs is watching Ainsley when her single mother Reese is working out of town. The only problem is that Ainsley's Uncle Miles is always around. He's grumpy, he's mean, and he's not helping Lenny (or Ainsley, for that matter). Well, he's not helping until he realizes that she's in a state of distress and then he has this crazy idea to make her come back to life.

This novel is crazy. It's grumpy/sunshine and friends to lovers romance, but it's also a novel about grief. In my head, I'm over here saying that Lenny should not get involved romantically until she sorts herself out, but I think these two kids are going to make it. I thought this book was so delicately written and plotted and I loved every second of it. I loved the secondary characters from Lenny's parents to the little girl Ainsley (and you know I normally think precocious kids are NOT good) to the doorman of the building. I loved the scenes on the Staten Island ferry. I loved feeling all the feelings. 

Also? You guys. I am Lenny and my husband is Miles. It's just how it is. 5/5 stars

Lines of note: 

What am I supposed to do? Wear a sign? Not strung out, just having a debilitating mental health crisis while navigating the most excruciating chapter of my life. (Chapter Two)

I mean, maybe a sign would be good?

Producing a book from nowhere, he reclines and is immediately the picture of someone who can entertain themself with nothing but their own intellect. It's irritating in an attractive way. (Chapter Twenty-Two)

YES!! Sometimes I just want him to pay attention to me, but he'd rather entertain himself. It's quite attractive, but I still want attention. 

I throw my arms out to the sides. "Let's be oil paintings, you beautiful bitch!"
He lowers his book and eyes me over top of it. "It must be truly exhausting to live in your brain." 
"You have no idea." (Chapter Twenty-Two)

Actual conversation we have in our house about once a week!

"I felt joy...real joy, and I didn't know I was capable of that feeling anymore, but there it was." (Chapter Twenty-Eight)

I hope someday I feel the lightness and happiness I once felt. 

Hat mentions (why hats?):

"I want one of those little Jackie O hats where the lace comes down over your eyes." (Two Best Friends Sit Facing One Another On a Twin Bed)

...opted for a top hat and a waistcoat...(Chapter Three)

"Are you fantasizing about the one in the hat or the one in the glasses?" (Chapter Six)

...Glasses was going to propose to me on a Jumbotron. I decline, most likely, and Hat doesn't believe in marriage, but would eventually agree to a courthouse ceremony after he accidentally read a page from my dairy and realized how important it was to me. (Chapter Six)

She's got a big fleece hat on and an Aladdin blanket over her lap. (Part Three: Forever After: I Am Laughing With My Hands Over My Face)

And it will look cute under a winter hat. (Chapter Thirty-One)

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If you're in a reading rut, what do you read to get you out of it? 

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Moby-Dick Meme of the Month

 Mostly for Nance, of course. 



Monday, February 16, 2026

CBBC Week Three: The Age of Innocence, Chapters 19-26

Past discussions:
Week One, chapters 1-10
Week Two, chapters 11-18

Welcome to Week Two of Cool Bloggers Book Club (CBBC) for The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton. This week we'll be discussing chapters 19-26. 

There is an Internet archive of the novel and all page numbers I use in this post will be from that edition. 

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What happened in these chapters?

J's copy of the book!

May and Archer get married. 

The ring was on her hand, the Bishop's benediction had been given, the bridesmaids were a-poise to resume their place in the procession, and the organ was showing preliminary symptoms of breaking out into the Mendelssohn March, without which no newly-wedded couple had ever emerged upon New York. (page 186)

They go to Europe for their honeymoon. They meet a French tutor who Archer thinks is as interesting as Ned Winsett, but May thinks the tutor is common. He's looking for a job in New York, which even I know is foreshadowing. 

Flash forward a year later. The two are back to normal life, including going to Newport during the summer. Archer is bored. There are rumors that Beaufort is in financial trouble and may be near bankruptcy. May wins some weird archery tournament and they go visit Mrs. Mingott to tell her about May's success. Ellen is visiting Mrs. Mingott, but when Archer is sent to find her, he pretends he can't. 

Later on, the Wellands and May are occupied, so Archer heads to the Blenker house to see Ellen. Only the youngest Blenker girl is there because Ellen had been called to Boston. Archer lies to May that he has biz in Boston and finds Ellen quickly. Her husband had sent an emissary to try to bribe her to come back to him. 

"What were the conditions?"

"Oh, they were not onerous: just to sit at the head of his table now and then." (page 233)

Archer sees a face he can't place. Archer and Ellen spend a day together on a boat ride in "blessed silence" (page 239) and have lunch. 

By being so quiet, so unsurprised and so simple she had managed to brush away the conventions and make him feel that to seek to be alone was the natural thing for two old friends who had so much to say to each other...(page 240) 

Ellen cries because they can't be together, but promises him that she won't go back to Europe. I haven't said it yet this week, so here goes. Archer is a twat.

Back in New York, Archer sees the face he couldn't place in Boston. It was the French tutor, Riviere, from their honeymoon! What a coinkydink. He'd been sent by the count to get Ellen to come back, but Riviere thinks it's best if Ellen stays in the US. 

Oh, boy. Thanksgiving. Turns out that the family has been cutting off support to Ellen because they think she should go back to her husband. Archer had no idea. She's basically being supported by Beaufort and the rumors are his business is in trouble. Archer says he needs to go to Washington for biz, but May knows he's a liar liar pants on fire. 

"The change will do you good," she said simply, when he had finished; "and you must be sure to go and see Ellen," she added, looking him straight in the eyes with her cloudless smile, and speaking in the tone she might have employed in urging him not to neglect some irksome family duty.

It was the only word that passed between them on the subject; but in the code in which they had both been trained it meant: "Of course you understand that I know all that people have been saying about Ellen, and heartily sympathise with my family in their effort to get her to return to her husband. I also know that, for some reason you have not chosen to tell me, you have advised her against this course, which all the older men of the family, as well as our grandmother, agree in approving; and that it is owing to your encouragement that Ellen defies us all, and exposes herself to the kind of criticism of which Mr. Sillerton Jackson probably gave you, this evening, the hint that has made you so irritable. . .  Hints have indeed not been wanting; but since you appear unwilling to take them from others, I offer you this one myself, in the only form in which well-bred people of our kind can communicate unpleasant things to each other: by letting you understand that I know you mean to see Ellen when you are in Washington, and are perhaps going there expressly for that purpose; and that, since you are sure to see her, I wish you to do so with my full and explicit approval — and to take the opportunity of letting her know what the course of conduct you have encouraged her in is likely to lead to." (page 269)

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Hat mentions (why hats?):

tall hat and pearlgrey gloves (page 180)

a dark coil of hair under a hat (page 186)

limp Leghorn hat anchored to her head (page 208)

a wreath of ivy on her hat (page 211)

He found his hat and stick and went forth into the street. (page 231)

under her dark hat (page 232)

a long veil about her hat (page 239)

lifted his hat (page 249)

a wide flourish of his hat (page 250)

"No: but you can help — " M. Riviere paused, turned his hat about in his still carefully gloved hands (page 252)

M. Riviere again looked into his hat, as if considering whether these last words were not a sufficiently broad hint to put it on and be gone. (page 253)

 
Foxy shows off Jenny's library book. 


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Things I looked up:

monumental Britannia ware of their lodging house breakfast-table (page 192) - Britannia metal (also called britannium, Britannia ware, or Vickers White Metal) is a specific type of pewter alloy, favored for its silvery appearance and smooth surface. It was first produced in 1769 or 1770. After the development of electroplating with silver in 1846, Britannia metal was widely used as the base metal for silver-plated household goods and cutlery. The abbreviation EPBM on such items denotes "electroplated Britannia metal". Britannia metal was generally used as a cheaper alternative to electroplated nickel silver (EPNS), which is more durable. I could have read about this all day. 

Teapot, Britannia metal
Daderot, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons

memoirs of the Baroness Bunsen (page 193) - Baroness Frances Waddington Bunsen (1791 –  1876) was a Welsh painter, author and diplomatic hostess, wife of Christian Charles Josias Bunsen, and the older sister of Lady Llanover. After her husband's death in 1860, she published a memoir of his life: A Memoir of Baron Bunsen, Drawn Chiefly from Family Papers, by His Widow, Frances, Baroness Bunsen (1868).

quant a soi (page 201) - a French expression referring to a reserved, distant, or aloof attitude, often characterized by a refusal to reveal one's true thoughts or feelings. It implies a sense of personal space, self-possession, or holding back. The common phrase is "rester sur son quant-à-soi" (to remain aloof/reserved). 

Leghorn hat (page 208) - a classic, durable straw hat made from the fine, bleached straw of a specific Italian wheat (Triticum vulgare), historically imported from Leghorn, Italy, since the 1700s.

expiatory (page 210) - serving to make amends for

chamfered (page 218) - beveled, grooved

dansant (page 221) - informal or small dance; tea dance

Saconnet (page 225) - The Sakonnet River is a tidal strait in the state of Rhode Island which flows approximately 14 miles (23 km) between Mount Hope Bay and Rhode Island Sound. (I think)

Cowes (page 234) - an English seaport town on the Isle of Wight

Baden (page 234) - a historical territory in southern Germany

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Lines of notes:

It was less trouble to conform with the tradition and treat May exactly as all his friends treated their wives than to try to put into practice the theories with which his untrammelled bachelorhood had dallied. There was no use in trying to emancipate a wife who had not the dimmest notion that she was not free; and he had long since discovered that May's only use of the liberty she supposed herself to possess would be to lay it on the altar of her wifely adoration. (page 196)

"Newland never seems to look ahead," Mrs. Welland once ventured to complain to her daughter; and May answered serenely: "No; but you see it doesn't matter, because when there's nothing particular to do he reads a book." (page 222-223)

She had grown tired of what people called "society" ; New York was kind, it was almost oppressively hospitable; she should never forget the way in which it had welcomed her back; but after the first flush of novelty she had found herself, as she phrased it, too "different" to care for the things it cared about — and so she had decided to try Washington, where one was supposed to meet more varieties of people and of opinion. (page 241)

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Last week's homework:

Sarah sent along some photos of Mansion Hill in Madison, Wisconsin. Check it out!

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Questions to ponder:

1) What do you think of Newland's opinion of May and the way he thinks about her and describes her to himself?

2) Why did Newland pretend not to see Ellen after he hadn't seen her in a long time? Why is he a tool? Frankly, why is Ellen a tool? Why is everyone who isn't Mrs. Mingott a tool?

3) WHAT DID BEAUFORT DO? I'm honestly more interested in Beaufort at this point. What is causing his financial ruin and what do we think is going to be the outcome of this mess?

4) Is the French tutor just a plot contrivance for Wharton or do you think he's going to come back?

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Homework for you: 

Scavenger hunt! I want you all to pick a word that you're going to look for in next week's reading. I do this with the word "hat." Pick a common word and see how often it appears in the text - e.g., horse, lunch, tree, rug, etc. - and then report back next week. Bonus points if you tell us in the comments this week what your word will be. I, obviously, will be looking for the word hat.

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Upcoming CBBC schedule:

Monday, February 23: Chapter 27-34
Monday, March 2: Wrap-up

Sunday, February 15, 2026

2026 F.I.G. Collective - Week Two

Elisabeth challenged us all to find gratitude in February, so she created the Finding Joy in Gratitude Collective. Here are my FIGs for last week.

Sunday, February 8
My husband ran an errand in Chicago and I stayed home by myself. I love having a house to myself, even if I did exactly the same things I would have done if he were here (finishing my CBBC post, doing some cooking/baking, laundry, and working out). 

Monday, February 9
I'm so thankful for my good health. My colleagues were mostly out of the office today for the following reasons: cancer treatment, a random virus, woke up worried that the tickle in her throat might mean she has something and was worried about coming to work with the cancer patient (not knowing the co-worker with cancer would call out), and then there was me and my boss talking about the Olympics. 

Tuesday, February 10
The super cold snap appears to be over. Hannah and I enjoyed a long walk this morning (about 35 minutes, which is long for an old dog) in the just above freezing temps. It's amazing how warm 31F/-0.5C feels these days. 

BONUS: Look at how much sunlight is left when I go to my fitness class after work! Also, I didn't wear my winter boots! 
Wednesday, February 11
Beautiful stars in the sky on a clear night. 

Thursday, February 12 
We're taking the dog to the sitter tomorrow and she smells bad and your hand gets super oily if you pet her. I tried to get her to the dog wash in the town where I work, but it closes so early that I just couldn't fit it in. My co-worker found one a few towns over that is open daily until ten. I am so thankful that we won't be taking our stinky dog to the sitters. She's fresh and clean!


Friday, February 13
My Zelda cat. She is so perfect. Look at her attack eyes! She's about to lose her mind. I love that she's a "senior cat" who still plays and has zoomies. I love that she is a heat-seeking missile who climbs on my lap the second I sit down. I love that we had a play session before 6am this morning. All cats are perfect, of course, but she's the queen of our house. 

Saturday, February 14
A long tradition is that we spend President's Day weekend with my husband's brother and his family. This year my nephew had a basketball tournament, so we went to them and hung out. My SIL and I are peas in a pod and we went to an art museum where we had a blast. Yay for fun hanging out with relatives.  In a mini-frugal win, admission to the museum was free because it was the second Saturday of the month. Don't worry, I spent more than the price of admission at the gift shop.

We did a scavenger hunt. Here are our finds, starting in the upper left corner and going clockwise for:
1. Thing you'd most like to have in your house
2. Awesomest hat
3. Cutest animal/creature
4. Most interesting face



Do you do scavenger hunts at museums? Do you have a stinky dog?

Thursday, February 12, 2026

A Day in the Life, 2/11/2026

5:30am - The alarm went off. I read for about twenty minutes under my SAD lamp. I'm reading In Memoriam by Alice Winn and, based on the title, I hope you all understand that it's not a happy read. 

6:24am - Hannah and I are out for a walk by the river. It's amazing how warm 25F/-4C feels when there's no wind.

6:29am - Still on our walk. New billboard up for my college!

I get home, charge Hannah's LED collar, feed her, and feed myself.

7:26am - Getting dressed and putting on makeup. 

7:52am - On my way to work. I took this photo just to show everyone what my commute can look like. When people say things like "just go to Barnes and Noble/TJ Maxx/whatever else store" I giggle because I live in a place where farm equipment is a daily part of my life. 

Got to work and started working. That was checking emails and following up on some loose ends from yesterday. I chatted with my boss for a few minutes about how the degree audit software is going, talked with my co-worker about repotting plants, and then remembered that I should probably actually water my plants.

8:54am - The plants were watered.


9:05am - We're working on revamping all of our marketing materials for our departments. One of our chairs said theirs was finished, but I disagree. I printed it out and I'm going to take it up to her office to talk it over with her. 

10:38am - I just spent the rest of the morning working and drinking tea. 


12:14pm - Doing a short yoga video before I did my virtual stretch class


12:51pm - Now I need to eat lunch.


Then I worked all afternoon. Imagine me sending emails and calling people. 

4:24pm - Home and picking up packages off the porch. One is a probiotic for the cat (I can only find it on Amazon and when I order directly from the company, they charge me $5 more and ship it through Amazon anyway, so I have a subscribe and save for it, but don't shoot me for using Amazon) and new sheets!

4:32pm - Sat down to read a chapter of my CBBC book. We're traveling this weekend and I literally have no idea when I'm actually going to have time to write that post, so I'm trying to at least read the chapters early.

5:19pm - Dr. BB wanted me to edit a letter he was writing, so I did that and as soon as I wasn't writing or holding a book, this happened.

I look disconcertingly like my sister here. Boo.


5:48pm - Cooking dinner.


6:20pm - While the frittata is in the oven, I feed Hannah. 


6:43pm - If anyone ever wonders what I see while I'm eating at the table, it's this.


6:55pm - After dinner, I write a birthday card to my friend Nick (HI NICK - he doesn't read this blog).
Card from this Etsy seller


I then sat on the couch and watched ice dancing for two hours. Could I have worked out? Yes. Could I have finished my CBBC chapters? Yes. Could I have cleaned the bathroom and washed the sheets? Yes. But I didn't. The Olympics don't happen every day. 

9:07pm - Hannah and I went for a half hour walk. 

Then I got ready for bed, put the finishing touches on this post, and am going to head up to bed. That's a wrap. 

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Did you watch the Olympics yesterday? What time did your alarm go off?