The other day I went to get Winfield from a nap. He hadn’t been sleeping. When I came into his room he explained to me what he’d been doing. He was meticulously picking little balls from his favorite sleeping blanket and he was putting them into the lid of his water bottle. He explained to me that he was collecting “power” and that his water bottle was a machine that turned the lint into power for the outlets. This old friend of a blanket seems to have an endless supply of little balls that can be removed. Harriet wanted to join the effort.