smith. doctor john smith.
Ok, I'll start this off with a preface: I am in pain. a lot. Ouch. I've got a headache worse than yesterday, and worse than the day before, and, I think it's a combination... I think it's partly the weather, partly illness, partly stress, and partly TMJ.
Also, I seem to be bloated. wtf.
The Sis arrives in Cowtown today, after dropping The Niece in Glass City with Grandma and Grandpa C, who are picking the kid up at the halfway point. I'm hoping her travels aren't treacherous, as they're mostly in the snowbelt in Indiana and Glass City.
I'm also hoping their hotel is hospitable. It's over by Kelmeister and Mr. Pickles, which scares the crap outta me. The more I think about it, the more I'd rather they stay with us and be able to head straight down a main street to their conference than take the Interstate and drive 4 miles in from a crap hotel. But, I'm not sure if that's all in their interest or I'm just being selfish.
Why was I blogging anyway? Oh, I remember.
Thanks to a broader search, I was able to find my great great great grandfather in the 1840 census (and more recent). However, finding his records from VA prior to that are proving to be problematic, since his name is apparently the "John Smith" of that family.