A new day and a start for the new chapter for Essays on Neil Gaiman. I need to take a backpack full of books back to my on campus office and trade them for a much smaller stack of books for this project. If this looks like it’s late, it’s not . It’s early, 2:45 AM to be precise. I tried going to bed with the chickens and ended up wide awake about six hours later with no hope of getting back to sleep. The nice thing about a sabbatical is that I can see this as found time rather than a mistake that will ruin productive time during the day.