I was at another reenactment over the weekend.  I have a picture, which I'll post later of me in my new uniform.  I had a wonderful time at it and learned a lot, BUT I am experiencing the same problem that I always have after something like this.  I have no idea what happened in the real world over the weekend.  Between the announcement that Chicago got knocked out of Olympic contention in the first round and balloting and Rio winning the bid instead and the end of the Bengals-Browns game, which I never actually saw the final score to because I was talking to someone in a Pizza Hut, I have no idea what happened this weekend.  For all I know, Chinese troops could be on the outskirts of Paris.  Actually, I think someone would have said something about that on the radio.

I never can get used to that feeling of being lost.  With the internet and 24-hour news, it's really easy to keep up with what's going on in the world on an up-to-the-minute basis, and I tend to utilize that.  I try to keep an idea of what's going on in Russia and when the next new episode on Psych is going to be on.  Going 48 hours without electricity, the internet and any sort of 20th century technology really messes me up.  I never feel quite right on Monday morning.  I always have a sort of mental fog until I've cracked open a news site and looked through the last couple issues of the newspaper, which I rarely look at otherwise.  hmmm... Well, what do you know?  The world didn't end because I was unavailable for the weekend.