In two hemispheres. (None of last night’s pictures of the North Pole came out.)





The anchors all around the bottom (seven of them!) are so his head doesn’t get lost in the clouds, says Acorn.

After a five-hour lawyer visit and lots of paperwork (plus homework, always homework) and no lunch, there was a tiny little knock on the door this afternoon. It was… the post office! Delivering a package to our door. I opened the box, moved aside a few things inside, and called Acorn. “Would you like to extract your own brain?” I asked him.

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Sewing the charms on will start later. Right now, just having the brains is a sheer joy and pleasure, all by itself.