With Tylenol and my cane, I am able to accomplish a few tasks. Truthfully, I have been sitting at the computer doing genealogy. I’m not experiencing pain when I’m sitting (ha). It appears (to me) that Ancestry “problem”  documentation seeks me out. As I’ve said before, I’m just a janitor cleaning up messes. Some of the situations are heartbreaking when I mop up the confusion. For two days, I worked with a family with four daughters. In the 1880 Federal Census, they were not in the normal household structure. One daughter spent her life in an “institution for the feeble-minded child.” One daughter was living in a “poor house” and listed as a “pauper.”  I count my many blessing when I’m exposed to this kind of heartbreaking information.