I'm really suffering from escalating standards right now. I often think, hey, I'm not _really_ a control freak or perfectionist any more. I don't let myself get sucked into those patterns. And then, because genealogical research turns out to be a great thing while feeling too sick to do anything else, I catch myself thinking, why the fuck can't I find a death record for this guy? I know it's after 1811. This should not be hard. I found a marriage record I was looking for from August 1787 just a half an hour ago. What is wrong with me?