I've been a bit under-the-weather lately. Cold or sinus. If I'm not much better by tomorrow morning, it will be off to the doctor to see if there are any wonder drugs to be administered. Amelia has been sick, too, but much worse.
As a result, I missed the trip to Baton Rouge to see Erin and the kids, and Fee went by himself. Damn. Great timing. Mila had planned a trip to the planetarium for us, and I had looked forward to it.
The Creative Every Day challenge has gone down hill, although I've done a little embroidery each day. I read a lot between naps yesterday--wonder if that counts. Last night I watched more of The House of Eliott and beaded and embroidered half-heartedly. I've tried to ration this series out because I love it so much, but I'm on the last season.
My Renaissance Mind self-challenge is coming along well. I'm reviewing the books I'm reading for my self-challenge on my book blog, but the research into the Franklin Expedition just gets more and more interesting. The off-shoot on 19th century spiritualism looks to be a curious and compelling digression. Who would have thought the Fox sisters would be connected to arctic exploration.