I hate Tuesday nights because they’re always restless. It didn’t help that last night, Esther decided that she wanted to spend the night in my bed with me and starting jumping up and down while I was trying to get to sleep. And when I was trying to talk to Rick on the phone, she’d “have” to talk to him every few minutes…about nothing. She just likes the phone.

When I finally *did* get to sleep, I was bombarded with dreams about being late for class, getting pulled over by a cop without a driver’s license (since I knew I’d have to drive without one this morning), and forgetting to wear my glasses while driving.

And now I’m waiting here, early for my class to show up. I remembered my glasses. I didn’t get pulled over by a cop. Let’s hope that remains the case for the rest of the day.

Life is good.