I’m taking sick days. The cat is ecstatic and insists on following me everywhere. She stands by the closed door when I’m in the bathroom, crying pitifully.
I’m making cherry pie and listening to Trollope’s Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite (1871). It’s very similar to Can You Forgive Her? which is my favorite Trollope, so I can’t complain. I listen to whichever Trollope novel is available on Audible for free at any given time, and this was there today. I felt a strong desire to read something by this author after finishing Bothelford’s Gone. Of course, rich, cherished and protected women like Emily in Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite were a small minority. Sexual outrages of the most shocking nature were visited on lower-class women of the Victorian era. But at least Emily existed. A whole way of life was created around making sure that Emilys never saw or heard anything ugly.
That Bothelford’s Gone and Sir Harry describe the same country truly boggles the understanding.