Last night I had a dream that I kept coming in late to all my classes because I was at the coffee shop, perfecting my coffee drink. A little more milk, a little more sweetener, just a dab of cream and a pinch of real sugar, a dash of vanilla powder and…
LATE FOR CLASS!
And I didn’t know whether to come into class late a few minutes late with coffee in hand, or just skip the whole thing. I think I did both, depending on what class it was.
Also, in my dream, I ran into a professor who had selected me for the judicial externship, and I thanked him… he told me the judge’s contact info would be sent out soon… and when I checked my e-mail this morning it was there! Ooooooh, spoooooky……..
It’s nice to see my family but I wish spring break were over so I could return to my palacial abode in Cleveland 
