About an hour ago Jefferson sat bolt upright, then got up off the couch. When I gently suggested that he head up to bed, he looked at the clock (5 a.m.) and said, “It’s too late.”
I asked him if he was up for the day, and when he said yes, gently teased him that the readathon was still on a for a few more hours, and if he wasn’t careful, I was going to pass him in pages read. “No! Not gonna happen!” he replied, and marched himself back to the couch and grabbed a book.
So, yeah. He’s way ahead again.
Jefferson finished The Martian and made more progress in Scribblenauts, but then fell back asleep, for all his protesting.
I finished Three Cups of Deceit, started and finished The Duel, and then started Eden Springs.
Guys, I’m so tired. But with only two hours left to go, how do I not attempt a heroic push to the end? And then sleep forever.
Our completely ludicrous totals so far:
Jen’s cumulative totals:
Books finished: 6
Pages read: 1371
Jefferson’s cumulative totals:
Books finished: 3
Pages read: 1448