... with my nose profitably to the grindstone, although work would have been easier if the section of the Huntington's basement with C19th US periodicals on the open shelf hadn't been out of bounds because of earthquake retrofitting, or some such. Let's hope this doesn't go on for ever ... I could still get the volumes I needed, but hand-delivered, which lacks the potential serendipity of prowling around. And at the end of the day I treated myself to some horticultural prowling - I'd written enough of my NAVSA paper for this to be a genuine reward.
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