Monday?! No, really ... Monday?

I didn't go to my class on Saturday because I wasn't feeling well. I feel badly about it but oh well. 

Better now. Slept most of Saturday so it was a REALLY short weekend.

I finished in the McIntosh book. I started and I'm just about done with GARDEN OF LAMENTATIONS by Deborah Crombie. 17th of 17 in series featuring Duncan Kincaid, a Scotland Yard superintendent, and D.I. Gemma James in London.

On a beautiful morning in mid-May, the body of a young woman is found in one of Notting Hill’s private gardens. To passersby, the pretty girl in the white dress looks as if she’s sleeping. But Reagan Keating has been murdered, and the lead detective, DI Kerry Boatman, turns to Gemma James for help. She and Gemma worked together on a previous investigation, and Gemma has a personal connection to the case: Reagan was the nanny of a child who attends the same dance studio as Toby, Gemma and Kincaid’s son. Kincaid finds himself plagued by disturbing questions about several previous—and seemingly unrelated—cases involving members of the force. Kincaid’s hunch turns to certainty when a Metropolitan Police officer close to him is brutally attacked. There’s a traitor in the ranks, and now Kincaid wonders if he can trust anyone.

Published in 2017, it has 432 pages. A pretty good procedural but Kincaid is seriously irritating me with his behavior throughout the whole book. Glad I'll be done with it soon.

I had my first face-to-face meditation class last night, meeting my fellow students. I'm hoping it will go well. I'm glad I'm taking my Tuesday night class as well -- different techniques, I think, will give me a bigger toolbox from which to draw.

Nothing on TV for me tonight though I'll watch Street Outlaws with Steve.

That's about it for today.

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster