Boots Mired in Mud

I’m making hideously slow forward progress. I am progressing, but it isn’t a romp, nor would I call it fun. I’m working on a headache along with the proposal sum-up, I’m not sure I’m hitting all directions in this, and mostly I just want to flop face-down on a bed and sleep until it all goes away.

There has been only one Eureka! moment, and that was when I rediscovered the overlap in the dates of the Civil War and the California gold-rush. That was a bit of sweet serendipity. The rest of this has been April-in-Ohio-in-the-barnyard mud. (Ohio has particularly spectacular mud in the spring. It used to eat my galoshes on a regular basis when I was a kid, and never give them back.)

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