Bottom-of-the-barrel blip

Ferociously long day, with nary a chance to so much as sneeze.

All I can offer up to the altar of Blip today is a photo I took on my iPhone. It's of a section of an 1811 map that I was using to trace the development of a property. For such presumption (& for my failure to fill in a form in triplicate applying for permission to take a photo) I was nearly disembowelled by the Keeper of the Collection.