Woke up at 2:45 am. It felt like morning. But it looked like the middle of the night.
Could
not
fall
back
to
sleep.
Drifted off into some horrible haze around 5am. Had a crazy dream about banks of light not turning on at work and the backroom being reorganized so I could not find the fusebox to fix it. In my dream, I was crying while simultaneously teaching a group of non-English speaking children how to play Memory.
There must be a moral in there somewhere.
Today is my last day of work before vacation. And, more importantly, the day that Paul takes step one of his boards and becomes 50% a doctor. (Or as he just reminded me, the test that will determine if we get to go back to California for his residency.)
Big Day. Better Wake Up.
enJOY it 
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