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I finished the preliminary inventory of Blondie's papers. I really enjoyed remembering so much of the political activity she was so deeply involved in.

This afternoon was a party of the Krewe of Newcombus--featuring king cakes from at least two different bakeries. However, I couldn't stay any longer than it took for someone to cut me a big slab of king cake. At least it didn't have the baby in it.

Because of this cultural event, I didn't get a chance to talk with the archivist about what to do with all the newspaper clippings. As a historian, I feel they should be copied. As the person who will no doubt be doing the copying I am heaving a big sigh.

So, I went back to the last box of Mona's stuff and started putting her hundreds of photos in archival photo holders. Once I get that done, I can finish up the Mona stuff completely.

The other day the chiropractor noted that I had good musculature in my upper back and shoulders and asked if I'd been swimming a lot. The answer was no, and I didn't think to mention that lifting and carrying all those boxes was probably the cause. And I am not complaining. I use a rolling chair to move a box a longish distance. For more than one, I have my own book trolley that holds nine of them.

I don't think I mentioned that earlier this week as I crossed the lake heading home I drove under a fairly bright rainbow. Usually they're rather faint, but not this one. It's getting light longer and I'm no longer going up my street in the really dark darkness. It's also bright earlier--in fact the sun shines in my left eyeball for part of the drive through the national swamp. (The Bayou Sauvage National Wildlife Refuge--aka national swamp--has closed its facility. The swamp is still there, but not the tour center. The exits got concrete barricades earlier this week. The Katrina damage there has an extremely low priority, understandably.)

Tomorrow is an "at home" day. That doesn't mean I'm staying home all day--it means I'm not going in to work. It also means that the cat(s) will no doubt wake me up quite early.


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