I had to recover some of it from notes, but I didn't lose as much material as I first thought. So I feel better. Better yet, I spent part of the day frustrated by a missing pamphlet, but I have now located it. It wasn't lost. It was where it belonged. My defective brain remembered it as a separate booklet, but we own it bound into a book. The ah-ha moment came when I read a quotation from it in another book.
We're having home made vegetable beef soup tonight. It should be done in about ten minutes. I'm starving. The house smells of soup. Lovely, thick, meaty soup!
I've incorporated stuff my writing partner sent me today. That can be a difficult task. I'll print all this out and take it to work with me. It should be a quiet night after 2 am or so. I'll mark this all up.
The most difficult part of this chapter is a biography of a man named George Storrs. So much that is utterly silly has been written about him, and there is so much that is really interesting but not relevant to the history we're writing. I've deleted maybe thirty paragraphs as not needed. That represented a huge amount of research, but it distracted one from the important bits of this story.
We are following two research trails now. One concerns the Piladelphia "event" of 1844. It's very important, but as with much of this story, all sorts of nonsence has made it into print. The other concerns his period within the Life and Advent Union. We need to condense about seven years of Storrs' life into maybe five paragraphs. Dunno 'bout that.
Knobby Knees is home, sitting in his chair reading the newspaper and looking a tad worn out. Jet lag and a prolonged pixie-snuggle did that I think. Teach him to go off for days gallivanting around the uncivilized bits of Europe!
So ... Harry? How's mom?