Without Work, Without a Home, Without Jillian and Without an Appendix…
I recovered reasonably quickly from my appendicitis saga, and just in the knick of time to fly out to Washington DC to do my thesis research, and more importantly to spend time with Jillian. I got into a routine pretty damn quickly, which involved waking up, seeing Jillian off to work, and then either doing some online research or biking across the city to the Library of Congress. I think it actually took me two days to find the reading room in the library; “Excuse me, how do I get to the Main Reading Room in the Jefferson Building? Ah huh, so take a right, two lefts, walk 800 yards, go up two flights of stairs, then take a right, one left, another right and straight down that corridor until you enter a new time zone and then down the elevator one floor. OK, got it.” It’s a f***ing maze; like those they make mice do (except they don’t ask questions at every juncture… or have to get into elevators and press buttons… yet). Then another two days of looking up at the frescos painted on the...