If there were dreams, I don’t remember them, which is just as well. Overcow was still in my arms (and we were both underneath the blankets, so this is probably the only way for me to reliably hang onto stuffed animals).

Cozy Cow was settled in at my side, so I could hold Overcow in one arm and rest the other over Cozy Cow’s soft, massive back. Ike sat at the top of the wedge. Not sure what he does up there, but it must be important.