I had a major baby dream last night. I guess I had been just a little pregnant–-not very far along-–and right after someone else had had a baby (maybe my cousin?), I suddenly popped out twins. It was somehow a relevant part of the dream that I had a fairly flat tummy just after giving birth, because it had been such a short pregnancy and my belly had never gotten big.
I started to dictate a post on the way home from school yesterday, but the text got erased. Grr, guess I need some practice. But here’s what I was going to say: teaching-wise, yesterday went pretty well. It was an effort to keep my eyes open during my drive to school, which was terrifying. My commute feels like this great big empty, and I don’t know what to do with it. And mornings on the whole are really tough: I just feel really lonely. From the time I wake up at 6:15 until homeroom at 8:25, I’m by myself. I’m sure this is true for lots of you, and maybe it doesn’t bother you, or you even like it, but I’m a sensitive one where loneliness is concerned.
So on the whole, mornings are feeling tougher than evenings. Yesterday afternoon and evening, I felt pretty fully functional, we had dinner chez some friends (how do you punctuate this? some friends’ house?) and I made dessert. This morning, I feel much lower, and there’s no commute ahead of me. More dread. More stirred-up digestive processes (is that euphemistic enough?). I might go back to sleep (around 9:20am here), but then I might just have to deal with the waking-up angst again later. Sigh.
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