Yesterday was remarkably uneventful. I did get all of the rhetorical analysis projects graded for my classes, though, which is a grading world record.
Last night, during one of the few moments I actually slept, I dreamed the baby was home in her crib and I was seeing her for the first time, wondering when she had been born. I picked her up and she opened her eyes--she had pretty eyes--and took her to Dean, who explained to me when I had had her (I don't remember his explanation now, but it made sense at the time).
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Great label. And what an interesting dream. Before Ollie came, I could never envision what he would look like. That's neat that you got a sneak peek a her, kind of.
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