My parents came up for the weekend, and we had a good time watching fireworks and going to the Renaissance festival. Now, they’re gone, and it’s too damn hot.
I have a few ideas for posts, but I think I need to exercise and have a serious cooldown afterward. More later.
So far I’ve visited Oxford, Cambridge, and, in one day, and at the tender mercies of Adam Crossingham of Sixtystone, Stonehenge, Glastonbury, and Avebury. The Treadwell’s talk went great, and we might even have two different versions thereof that you can compare at leisure. I’m getting out of McDonald’s, as it seems to be filling with drunk people, likely unhappy about the loss to Barcelona.
I’ll get back to blogging when I can.
Papers Falling from an Attic Window 