Once again my lovelies, sleep is for the week.
Last nights count was 4 hours. Ish. Partly it was because we were swapping laptops over again so there was lots of geekingness having to happen. That involved looking at folders of old photos of Rich and the AC together. That is always going to hurt because he was a wonderful father to the AC. Partly it was because I am *still* excited. Partly it is because I don't want to have to go into school today and see Steve, although I'm pretty sure he'll act as though nothing happened. (He was angry with me because he forgot to tell me something that my whole class had to do - these things happen, just don't be horrible to me when it was your mistake!) Partly I was just thinking about things. Life. Stuff. Things.
Nothing specific - I wasn't lying there fretting about any one thing, just general stuff. Work I need to do - the never ending work I need to do lol - and updating the calendars and Team Teach training today for 3 hours after school, and so on.
I woke up this morning, having a weird dream about building a boat, and about painting the Plimsoll line onto it in the right place. It was so urgent I had to go back to sleep to finish the dream. It was *that* urgent.
Freud would love that.....