As I write, I am watching a giant panda sleep; she or he (is that Lun Lun or Yang Yang?) is hugging a big rock, or the man-made simulacrum of a rock, at the Atlanta Zoo, or Zoo Atlanta as it seems to want to be called, and is utterly still except for his/her breathing. [Time passes.]
Now there is another panda eating bamboo. [Time passes.]
Now there is a panda in a hammock.
The pictures come from a