Given my history, it’s no wonder that I’m having nightmares about my Capstone course, which is the last required course I need to graduate. One nightmare involved my completely forgetting to go to class – a perennial favorite of the dream machine in my brain. The other one last night had my professor move the class to somewhere at U.T. and I couldn’t find the room until everyone was gone for the night.
In other news, the kid had the flu last week and had over 102 for several days. She finally went back to school today. Her new saying: “I’m going to ring your doorbell” = “I’m going to poke you in the bottom.” Her latest bedtime question: “Mommy, how is glue sticky?”