It is just about blueberry season here–maybe two more days to go, really–and they are a lovely addition to oatmeal for breakfast. A good solid meal is what you need when you’re starting a day of random panic attacks about whether or not an exhibit will get done. I was up at 5 to start writing the main case label, surrendering to the inevitable since I began writing it in my head when I woke up at 4:30. Now I need only fit in working out, sewing a dress, making two lunches, showering, and getting the Young Mr off to summer camp by 8. Madness.

But I was struck by a comment on an earlier post, one about authenticity. The fight continues, and the comment reminded me of a conversation going on over at Historically Speaking/Daily Reenactor. There has been some bad stuff happening in units out there in the real world, and online, too. To do these subjects justice, I need more time and thought that I can put in right now, but I refer interested parties to Kelsey’s blog, where there is much to read and consider.

Now, back to panicking for me.