I’d finished a project on which I’d worked intensely for some time, and then fell into a mental abyss. It’s as though my battery had died and needed a recharge - a mental time out in the dog days of summer. So I puttered around for a while, reorganized some files, got a few things organized into binders and played some computer games. At times like this it feels that my brain is filled with fog.
I made a stab at getting going on my next story – about crossing the
Atlantic as a steerage passenger in the
1880s; but it got to a certain point and then stalled.
Thank goodness, the time out did manage to get me recharged. The fog has dissipated and I’m back.
I’m working on a report to send to my cousins. The steerage story will actually happen. And I’m going to revisit some LDS microfilms to make sure I’ve not missed anything on them. Monthly Indian River Genealogy Society meetings resume this month.
Back into the fray.