I think I'm going to have to go back to bed and get some more sleep. I stayed up far too late last night reading the gift the tesseract sent to me - the copy of Moby Dick that my father and I used to read together. It felt quite strange since it was the very same book from when I was young and I thought that had been lost years ago during the course of moving. It felt a bit like Ahab was there reading it with me.