The somnambulence continues. I think the Sandman dumped too much sand on me. Either that, or I have become half-human half-bear and am trying to hibernate these last few weeks of winter away. It's the oddest feeling. I try to stand up and walk around and am pulled by gravity's invisible bonds back down to my pillows and blankets, where I doze some more. What do bears dream about? Honeybeesz z z z z z z . . .