Yes, another soldier dream! This time about plastic marching infantry, a great deal like the old Spencer Smith figures, but not quite. They were similar in size and proportion to RSM Prussian musketeers, but dressed in a slightly older version of uniform. I remember thinking to myself in the dream that these fellows looked suitable for the War of Austrian Succession, or a slightly earlier conflict. And then. . . I woke up. Grrrr. Don't you just hate that?
'The Nap at the Palace' by Jose Triado Mayol N ot much in the way of hobby-related activity happening here in the Grand Duchy lately. Sigh. And no surprise there really since there are only so many hours in the day, only so much mental and physical energy to spare, and you sometimes simply just have to give in and know when to say, um, "When!" A glass of wine and/or evening yoga by the hearth with the Grand Duchess (who has practiced for over 20 years), and then off into la-la land. Zzzzzzzzz. More immediately, I'm recovering, mentally speaking, from a grueling Friday in which I was involved with three (online) conference sessions, one right after the other, followed by a 90-minute meeting at the end of the day. Also virtual. My brain has been mush ever since, so an easy, completely unproductive Saturday watching intermittent snow fall outside (no accumulation however) and drinking coffee while the visiting handymen completed some repair work down h...
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Guy