sometimes research is poring over a medieval notary public's records that were found in an old building in and saved from being burnt by two passerby in 1940 before being transcribed and made freely available online, slack-jawed in awe of this picture of daily life from half a millennium ago that managed to survive this long, that i could read it now and feel connected to these distant strangers and their gifts and wills and business disputes
and sometimes it's googling 'when mashed potatoes'











