Ten glorious days of spring vacation began with the conclusion of my last class of the day yesterday, Ahhh. . . Grand plans of painting, finishing those Eureka musicians, and maybe setting up Neu Sittangbad once again. Oh, and reading/grading a stack of student papers, which, despite my best intentions, I was unable to finish before the end of the week. And what do you think has happened? Yep. Like clockwork, the achy joints, stuffy head and nose, and chills began yesterday evening and put me to bed finally around 9pm. Feeling pretty rotten today although that has been tempered with liberal amounts of orange juice and over-the-counter cold/flu medications. But rats! I'm pretty sure it's the flu. Just. . . Rats!
M aking some early progress with Batch A of the Anhalt-Zerbst Regiment over the last several days/evenings. Nothing terribly exciting just yet, but the basic black, brown, and flesh areas are done as are the green bases, and gray undercoat. The latter two areas needed some careful retouching early in the week. Next up, the neck stocks. I might just do these in red for the enlisted men although some of my source material suggest they were black, but I always look for an excuse to shake things up a bit. Any errant splotches of red (or black) can be covered with another application of light gray before I move onto the next step. "Giddy up!" as one Cosmo Kramer might have said. -- Stokes
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Know the feeling well.
Buckle up,old sod, and keep a stiff upper lip! Remember - chicken soup has no medicinal properties but the warmth will make you feel more comfortable and the fluid will contribute to better hydration. You might want to hold off grading those papers. When you finally get to them just remember that one of them probably gave it to you. Also, I would add that even ten minute of painting time a day gets you that much closer to finishing the next unit of figures
Do feel better - your audience looks forward to further pithy comments, witty bon mots, and incisive, perceptive discussion. And as much as we would like to invite you to the Bishopric Residence, those in charge of what is euphemistically described as th"plague watch" have decided to close the borders until this wave of influenza passes.
Feel better.
Gerardus Magnus
Best Regards,
Stokes