It’s 7:15am*, I’ve been awake for an hour (I slept in today!), working for 45 minutes, and it’s bearable because the view out my window is all green trees against blue sky.
I woke up just before 4am, to a train I might not have heard if I weren’t waking up from a disconcertingly realistic dream about having to sing the national anthem by myself, with a sore throat, as part of a class. (Even in my dream, I didn’t start it in a low enough key. The national anthem is hard.) I went last, and when I was done, the classroom was empty. I decided not to be insulted. When I checked other classrooms for people, doors were slammed in my face because the people inside were all Navy people doing highly classified work.
I’m pretty sure the Navy part is what jolted me awake. If the Navy shows up, I’m in for anxiety dreams. Usually, though, I find myself back in the Navy after years away, with no idea what I’m supposed to do or how to do it. Glad I woke up before it got rolling.
Maybe I should have been anxious about singing “The Star Spangled Banner” by myself.
*Well, it was 7:15. Now it’s 9:20, work has happened, a meeting was scheduled, and I don’t get to have lunch with Christina. BOO WORK. We were going to have Indian. Or Thai. Something spicy, anyway.