Last night, I dreamed that I couldn’t get my hair to sit quite flat, but that it wasn’t that big a deal. That may make me the most boring man on earth.
In the waking world, I’m waiting for news that may be brilliant, but very probably won’t be. It’s a little frustrating, and it’s a struggle to get anything done in this space between said news arriving, and it being known. Tomorrow is the very earliest I’ll hear which way the wind blows, so much pacing today I think. Seated pacing mostly, because I’ll be at the day job, but pacing nonetheless.