One of them days.

The weather is strange and I feel strange and I'm wearing one of my favorite dresses and listening to dreamy music, sipping hot coffee, pondering why I keep getting crushes on guys from these history books I work on. Men that are probably long dead, but completely charm me, captured in sepia or black and white, young and strong, staring earnestly into the camera with suspenders and bow ties and handlebar moustaches. Heaven help me if I don't always pick the unpickable.