Um...first...feeling cruddy. Second...stitching baby rompers for the market. Third...Daddy got home and Aunt Terry was here for three days (she brought him home). Fourth...being distracted with a variety of things...one of which being a personal sewing project...which I'll get pictures of once it's done. Savannah fitted me yesterday and I never even got around to cutting it out. The fabric is actually on the back of my chair as I type. Fifth...you do know that the 4th of July is one my favorite celebrations, right? Well, it is. And so my brain has been planning ahead a little. I'm working the market that day most likely.
Today, I once again didn't feel so fantastic, so I spent the entire day reading. You read that right. Reading. And not just kid books or goofy mysteries either. I finished the JEB Stuart book I started back in April. I'm so proud of myself. ;) I may have sat with my feet up all day, but I didn't simply veg like I frequently do. I read. Once I got started, I didn't have any issues. This Lyme-brain goop that makes one scared of reading got a saber stab today. I'm going to guess that it wasn't mortal, but perhaps it was a good wounding? ;)
(Can you tell I was reading about cavalry battles??)
There was one account of a particular battle (Wilderness, I believe it was) that sounded downright terrifying...the trees were on fire from all the shot...and the soldiers were deployed amongst them...and stayed. And yes, I still think that the artillery are awesome. Maybe I can marry a man who reenacts on a cannon crew...
Um. That was rather just a demonstration of how my brain fires upon occasion. Here's another version...seemingly unrelated, but it is, believe me: I now need to read something to put me into the 1770's in preparation for this weekend and pull my head (temporarily) out of the 1860's.
I think I'll go look at the bookshelf. We'll see what comes back on the point of my imaginary saber. (I want one...with CSA engraved on the blade.)