Wednesday morning
Aug. 30th, 2006 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liamstliamOne of the problems with listening to the filk you bought as Pennsic is that you wake up with the phrase, "Checky, or and gules" running through your head.
Last day of teacher-training today. Yes, I would like these 12 hours of my life back, but at least today we will be sitting down and designing lessons we will actually use.
Tomorrow is meetings, then classroom setup. We're off Friday, and the kids come in Tuesday. I cannot believe we're that close.
My sleep pattern is still off, and I crashed for four hours yesterday afternoon -- waking only because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
evilnicola called to ask if I was going to Crafty, and I rolled over and went back to sleep. I had very deep and complicated dreams including swimming up a river that ran through the streets of Westerly, where I grew up, so I could get home and write a story for the newspaper, then realizing I was floating/swimming past the newspaper office, but I could not get there. I got up for a while, then went to bed a little after 11 p.m., and sleep really well, again deep dreams about being with SCA folks (I think) sommewhere in Canada and trying to get the train or bus schedules to get my car so I could get home. (It all made sense then). I dream a lot about being somewhere at, say 3 a.m., when I know I need to be up at 6 a.m., and I am four or more hours away.
I am sure this all fascinates you.
I need to think about things other than baseball.
Have a good day, all.
Last day of teacher-training today. Yes, I would like these 12 hours of my life back, but at least today we will be sitting down and designing lessons we will actually use.
Tomorrow is meetings, then classroom setup. We're off Friday, and the kids come in Tuesday. I cannot believe we're that close.
My sleep pattern is still off, and I crashed for four hours yesterday afternoon -- waking only because
evilnicola called to ask if I was going to Crafty, and I rolled over and went back to sleep. I had very deep and complicated dreams including swimming up a river that ran through the streets of Westerly, where I grew up, so I could get home and write a story for the newspaper, then realizing I was floating/swimming past the newspaper office, but I could not get there. I got up for a while, then went to bed a little after 11 p.m., and sleep really well, again deep dreams about being with SCA folks (I think) sommewhere in Canada and trying to get the train or bus schedules to get my car so I could get home. (It all made sense then). I dream a lot about being somewhere at, say 3 a.m., when I know I need to be up at 6 a.m., and I am four or more hours away.I am sure this all fascinates you.
I need to think about things other than baseball.
Have a good day, all.
