Greetings from Watching the Olympics

I spent Friday morning finishing a project I last worked on a year ago, namely arranging my bookshelves, which till now have had large sections of "tall books here" and "books that stick out here" but now has all the nautical history together, the Arthurian legends and stories together, and the Pre-Raphaelite art volumes spread out over only two bookcases because some of them are very tall. I had to debate whether Holy Blood, Holy Grail belonged with the Arthurian stories and then whether Dan Brown belonged with that since he stole the plot of The Da Vinci Code from it, but thus go the compromises of no longer having a big basement library. 

Otherwise, I watched a lot of Olympic reruns, since the west coast is not a great time zone to watch live events from Paris. We're caught up on rhythmic gymnastics and artistic swimming, plus some table tennis and the only few seconds of beach volleyball I managed not to avoid. We took a walk, we ate leftover Indian food for dinner, then we watched Wicked Little Letters because I needed a break from sports! (It was, at least, a good night for the Orioles and Mariners both.) Here are Equestrian Chaos, three women who demonstrated incredible riding and archery skills at the Washington Renaissance Faire (and who have a horse named Loki):