Last night (really, early this morning), I dreamed that I was about to teach my first class this summer. There were way more students in the room than there were supposed to be, but I was going to just go with it. And then I spilled chocolate pudding all over my khakis.
This afternoon, as I was driving home from work, the minivan in front of me slowed as she neared our driveway. I thought at first she was going to turn into the historic cemetery right next to our house, but then she turned into our driveway and stopped. When she realized that’s where I was trying to go, she panicked. (Those of you who have seen our driveway will understand why – it’s not an easy thing to get in and out of without some advance planning.) So she pulled up to the top of the driveway, and we had a mimed conversation through our respective windshields, and I managed to get out of her way. She backed out, and kept going the direction she’d intially been going. No idea what happened there.
At 8:15 this morning, I set off a very loud and piercing alarm unlocking the classroom that my office owns. Never happened before – not my fault. Very loud. Deafening, in fact.
Greg and I ran to the grocery store tonight (I told him I wanted coffee syrup – I’ve been on a big iced coffee kick lately, after visiting a WaWa gas station in Richmond – don’t ask. Anyway, he had no idea what I was talking about – but like always, he just went with it.), and took a different route than normal, a winding and very bumpy back country road. We came across two young deer – teenagers, really – grazing on the side of the road. When we came around the curve and startled them, they tried to retreat into the woods, but ended up literally running into each other, tripping over each other, and generally looking like fools from a Three Stooges movie. Hysterical.
So it’s been a day of surprises.