So Many Books, So Little Time

     Well, it looks as if we're going to survive the little ice age masquerading as winter.  I'll resist the temptation to tell the old joke about seeing the first robin of spring, frozen to death.  Ken, you'd asked if we have daffodils in the US.  We do, but mine are just starting to poke their little green stems up, under-standably wary.  Back in Outremer, it is hot and dry, with one more chapter at Acre before Richard leads his army south to the famous battle at Arsuf.  The crusaders, not...