Day 22,

I never seem to sleep quite as well outside of the bed in my house.  Is it a matter of familiarity and comfortable bedding materials, or is there something unusual about it like the ring?  Okay, stop that.  Not everything that is slightly nicer than normal is weird and magical.  You’ll go crazy if you keep jumping to that sort of conclusion.

Took care of the request queue first thing today.  Most interesting thing there was a pair of twins arguing over which one was older and seeking resolution by checking birth records.

Rode back home with Cass’s family again.  It sounds like the apprenticeship plan is for her to help me out in the library when they go into town on market days, and then - if she still seems suited to the work by then – move in with Norman and Marva during the rainy season to work as my assistant full time.