Not long ago I borrowed a book from a friend which she had referenced while we were at a museum months before, fictionalizing the story of Katherine of Aragon. I was eager to read the story before I left. Tonight I’m pleased to announce that I finished the book.
For good measure I just logged an hour on wiki to see how the events differed from the historically-inspired fiction. Time well spent.
What was I supposed to be doing? Enjoying my life of leisure, right.
I’ll return the book in the morning and then it counts as getting something out of the house. Totally counts. I am awesome at this cleaning thing. So long as I’ve got another year before we leave I am right on track.