X had 20 more minutes. Now he's trying to sleep. He has corrected me to say that he only has 3 hours of reading, 6 is his goal. Which he would have made if I had remembered the Saturday hours of the library, apparently. But he has mastered his heartbreak enough to try a John Christopher book. I keep a shelf of "books I think you would like" that is batting about 80%, but he never thinks to take a book from it. Humph. At least he sometimes reads them when I press them into his hands.
I think I'm at 18 hours, including blogging time. I've lost a bit of time to forgetting to start the timer, but close enough.