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I slept seven hours last night, but I'm so tired that I can hardly imagine writing an entry. Or maybe tired is not the word. Or maybe tired is not the only word. Currently, it's sunny and 76˚F. I think we made up up near 90˚F yesterday.

I had a meeting at 3:30 p.m. with Christopher Geissler at the Hay, to discuss Stage Two of the exhibit. Some of the material is getting swapped out with other material, and Spooky's Joey LaFaye dolls are going on display, along with Dancy's cigar box (Alabaster: Wolves p. 13). Christopher took us upstairs to a beautiful room that houses part of the Lownes History of Science collection, the room where I'm going to give a talk in October. He showed us a Rosicrucian anatomy text from 1619. We sat up there for a while, just talking. That was nice. That's likely the nicest time I've spent away from home in since we were in Birmingham, back in April.

The rest of the day hardly bears mentioning.

Aunt Beast

3:41 p.m.