Did you check reality?

The night smells like spring: thawing earth, rain on last year's dead leaves. I haven't seen a leopard slug on the sidewalk since we moved from Winter Hill. I miss them.

I have spent the last two days actually sleeping at night, for eight or ten hours a night. It seems very unfair that it should make me bone-tired. Nonetheless, I intend to keep the experiment going as long as I can. I will be spending the weekend running around after my niece.

Touching through time is important; I like the idea of doing it with pomegranates.