Trollope's getting tiresome. Eleanor Bold is annoying. Come now, isn't it just normal feminine spite at a virtuous woman? Not really. Of course not. I never liked heroines who hide their own feelings because of angry prejudice. It sure serves to frustrate the readers. And the old trick of a misunderstanding sinking deeper and deeper with deluge of words and explanation which are worse than giving none at all. Maybe the Victorian British people did talk exactly like that.

Prospect of spending next 3 days outside of JI upsets my stomach with nervous dread. This is reminiscent of something SJP told about the Cayuga Medical Center. Will have to leave mum alone. No way out except waiting for dad to come back. So I'll do that.