It's turned cold again here in Misery, but for a few days we had a taste of Spring. I was twice able to venture out of the bunker and spend some quality time with my mistress, Pearl. It had been quite a while and at first we were fumbling and clumsy with one another, but like long-time lovers will do, we soon found our ryhthmn and set a pace we were both happy with. Not too fast and not too slow, but brisk and mutually satisfying, lasting not minutes, but hours. A stolen and all too brief reunion of kindred spirits, a remembrance of times past and a sweet taste of glorious days to come.