F or the almost 20 years that she lived in Mexico, one of my late mother's Irish friends frequently mentioned having a "No Day." A day with no social obligations, chores, tasks, or other work that interfered with whatever personal interests took one's fancy on the day in question. Since today -- a gray and chilly Saturday -- is Mom's birthday, the Grand Duchess is out with friends, and the Young Master is ensconced on the sofa in the TV room with a cold, yours truly is taking his own such No Day. I think Mom would approve of my decision to make the world go away, as the old Eddie Arnold song intoned, even if only for a little while. So, I will spend Saturday afternoon focused on that first squadron and small regimental staff of Eureka Saxon cuirassiers. These have stood waiting untouched over on the painting table for almost three weeks while we skied and otherwise gadded about with snowy, winter outdoor activities. I hope to share a painting update Sunday...
Spies in the pay of Stollen's General von Drosselmaier, privately referred to as "The Craven One" by officers junior to him, report that the invading Stagonian Army is formulating plans to sieze the village of Saegewerkdorf, strengthen it, and establish a suppply depot and magazine, which will provide the vile ones with the means to cement their hold on the Grand Duchy should they win the coming battle. Never ones to shirk when there is spying to be done, and as equally reprehensible as the Stagonians, Von Drosselmaier's agents of have also recovered a copy of this rough map, prepared presumably by Stagonian engineer officers.
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