Friday: warm?

Alexa said it was 31 on my dot. Downstairs, the weather widget on the kitchen alexa screen said 50. My apple watch said 48. R.’s device said 41. The kitchen thermostat said just under 34.

Who knows!

The 31 degrees was wrong — it was definitely above freezing. And it is supposed to get above 50 today, so I handed A. a vest to go over her hoodie. And after some discussion, R. went back to bed and A. and I opened the garage door but stepped outside and discussed how we felt about walking vs. driving. We walked! We saw B. at the crosswalk. It felt like old times. Very energizing!

The rest of the day will do what it does, but this was a very pleasant experience.

ETA:

R. walked over to pick up A. A. and I also got a short walk together later. She got through her homework. I did my cocktail zoom. T. had a long shift at the movie theater. R. went out to see a 10 pm show and get some dinner beforehand.

Really nice day!

_The Girls I’ve Been_, Tess Sharpe

Fiction, contemporary.

This is a _ride_. It’s supposedly going to be a Netflix movie with Millie Bobby Brown, but I haven’t seen anything about it since the end of 2021 so who even knows.

The title character (yeah, I know) was raised by her mother, a grifter, and rescued from her mother by her half-sister. The book opens with our heroine, her girlfriend, and her ex-boyfriend in the lobby of a bank trying to deposit some money they raised for an animal shelter when a couple of Bad Guys take everyone in the bank hostage while trying to figure out where the manager is for some reason or other. Lots and lots of flashbacks to tell the earlier life story of the title character.

It’s complicated, and very edge-of-the-seat, and the girlfriend is adorable. Also, there is _so_ much awful in the backstory of the three main characters and others as well / even more. I did finish the book, because I was betting on a satisfying ending, and indeed, it is a mostly satisfying ending. But I don’t think I will read any more by this author. This was just too stressful. ETA: Perhaps that is unfair. Perhaps her other books would be less jarring. The Six Times We Almost Kissed _might_ be downright charming and cozy. Hard to say. Not sure I’m willing to risk it.