No writing today. I only slept two hours, sometime after dawn. When I was semi-conscious, we headed out to Leeds and spent some time with my mom, as today was her birthday. She was born on this day in 1944. It was good being in Leeds. I'd not gone farther than our back steps since about March 1st, because of the toenail thing. As it was, I had to go out in my slippers today, because I didn't want to entrust my toe to real shoes. We took Mom roses and a Snoopy card and copy of The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan.