Instead of camping, Mr. X and I did a number of things over the holiday weekend. We watch movies, played tennis and racquetball, and hiked. (I am very sore from these things today and it feels great.)
I also read a book. It was called The Painted Veil. Set in 1920's England/Hong Kong, it is about a very self-absorbed young lady that marries for all the wrong reasons and then cheats on her spouse and breaks his heart. When it is too late she sees the folly of her ways and tries to become a better person which she seemingly succeeds in doing....until she screws up (screw being the operative word here) again. Finally, realizing she's weak, she extricates herself from the situation and vows to raise her illegitimate baby to be a better person than she...The End. Yes it ends rather abruptly, I thought. I didn't particularly like this story but I suppose it was interesting enough to me because I read it in less than 24 hours (much to Mr. X's dismay).
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