Back from a quick grocery run. FCD has taken the trash and recycling to the convenience center, then he’s off to the marina. MIL is still abed. I’m gonna read a while till she gets up.
Speaking of reading, you know I divert myself with trashy historical romance novels - shut up - I need the diversion! They’re all pretty much utterly predictable - the first man and the first woman described in any detail will end up married at the end, but only after certain obstacles/secrets/misunderstandings are overcome. They amuse me and provide an escape for a bit. EXCEPT when the author resorts to some hokey Deus-ex-machina plot twist to tie up loose ends. The one I just finished had such an ending and it wasn’t even remotely credible. I suspect she started writing the book not knowing how to resolve it. Whatever. At least I didn’t spend any money on that particular book.
OK, off to see if the next one on my list is at least somewhat believable.