Forboding

This morning I woke up with a sense of foreboding. I have no memory of my dreams, but they were apparently full of warnings and woe. Theres nothing like a dream hangover to make a morning sluggish, but once I eventually made it to uni the skies were threatening me with real drops of real rain that would be real wet.

The day improved, I solved a problem, I fixed a thing, I started watching Emma Approved, a web series video retelling Jane Austen's Emma, we held our first small group of new people after splitting our old group to make room. But now I must sleep, and dream of puppies and rainbows and other delightful things.