Cinnamon Bluebell Ice Cream Dinner

In Atlanta visiting my sister and her three-legged dog. Spent the morning at the Southern Museum of Civil War and Locomotive History, and took a photo with The General (a historic train), Nana-style. This means posing as though you made something you definitely did not make, in homage to a picture of our paternal grandmother next to a gingerbread house. The museum itself is excellent at walking you through most the war's strategic decisions (very very very railroad-based).

I'm going to do more reading on the USMRR (US Military Railroads) - an organization of mostly Black railroad workers who not only maintained, repaired, and extended rail lines throughout the campaign (this is sort of an origin of the Pullman porters) but spent about a month early on figuring out the best ways to sabotage and destroy rail lines, and made a how-to guide.

Bought a light switch plate at the gift shop, and some peach butter.

At Waffle House, the waitress and I both had blue mascara, and were both interested spectators as her truck's windshield was replaced in the parking lot.

Played pinball for about an hour. The machines I was good on were Addams Family, Swamp Thing, and Doctor Who. I regret that when I picked out my socks in the morning and was torn between Toulouse-Lautrec and Daleks, I did not chose Daleks.

House is cold. Temps aren't hideously low, but there's not much insulation. I sleep in a sweater.