Getting back to work

I spent most of this weekend working on Isaac’s biography:

– I interviewed Stephen Abbott, an old friend of Isaac’s from Berkeley.

– I sent out messages to a couple of other folks I want to want to interview, to (re-)establish a connection.

– I wrote to Michael Lloyd, author of Bull of Heaven, to ask another biographer how he approached the kinds of problems I’ve encountered. (Quick review: read this book. I’ll have more to say in a later post.)

– I spent several (aching) hours coding more of Isaac’s old documents. I’ve barely made a dent, but with enough visits eventually the bird’s beak will wear down the mountain.

I can’t give the project this kind of attention every weekend. It did show me that, with persistence, I can get this done.

Someday my prince(ss) will come…

Folks are coming for a ritual this evening. I have to mop the floor. The WetJet isn’t working. I can’t find my mop. There’s nothing else to do but get on my hands and knees, and scrub with water and Pine-Sol.

As I’m doing this, I’m humming:

Of course, the title of this post has nothing to do with the need to scrub the floors by hand occasionally. It’s something I’ll have to do, with or without a princess, even if I had magical talking mice.

It’s also part of an HP’s job.