Monday was an interesting day, mainly because what took place in my head already before the day had started. I had this extrmely real dream, that consisted of me waking up, getting ready, working a full day at school (granted, I worked with some highly unusual stuff this day, compared to my really normal days, but in the dream it was normal, so I didn't question doing a bunch of electronics work, when I really should be writing on a paper or a telescope proposal). At about 4 pm, I finally remembered that I was supposed to have done a bunch of Let's Talk Science presentations in Astronomy at a highschool in the north part of the city, something I got booked for a long time ago, and I had totally forgotten it. Oh, the anguish! I felt so bad, I had totally left the teacher on her own, without notice, and had not fulfilled my promise. It was a terrible feeling. I complained to people about it, and tried to get myself to get hol dof the teacher, so I could apologize. "I wish I could do this day over again", I said, really sincerely wishing for it. Next thing I know, I wake up in my bed and it's Monday morning. The gratitude I felt was immense! I got a second chance! I coul;d make it all right!
I have tried to describe the strength of my feelings in the above paragraph, and remembering it all, I just shake my head. I have strange dreams (last week, my friend's car go stolen by a giant crab, as a revenge for us having (by mistake) stepped on a regular sized crab who had no business walking on the streets of winniepg anyways. In a dream, that is. just emphasizing the previous statement). So, this Monday, I kept having a very pleasant feeling of happiness, for being able to do what I had promised, while I most likely otherwise would have been fairly stressed about it, since it took a large chunk out of my day.
To all my fans out there (who am I kidding.. ;), sorry for not having updated this place for a while. Things went busy int he end of the summer; I went home, got married, went on a trip, and came back to loads of work, plus the pleasant work of getting used to a new room mate. It's all very excellent, and very personal, so I'll write more on that another time. For now, let it suffice to say, that I've been living a fairy tale for the last year, and I still am. Also, fairy tales are totally normal lives, with same amount of trouble, worry, joy and whatever (because it is always what you make it to be), but the surrounding story is one of great amazingness. It is indeed a story to be told, but... another day.
