No Food or Drink in the Auditorium
Nov 19th, 2007 by Katie
I was having that reoccurring dream where I am back in high school and I keep forgetting to go to math class. All the other classes, too, but I know I can at least bullshit my way through their exams. Not math – you miss one building block in the foundation and there’s no way you can recover. I walk into the auditorium and there is Mr. Walla and all my friends from class, sitting for the math final. I panic, run out, and wake up.
I smell coffee brewing and pizza in the oven. Diene’s woken up early and made his favorite breakfast food and the coffee for me.
Today I am grateful for 1) coffee, which always tastes better when someone else makes it for me, and 2) having completed all of my prerequisite math classes ten years ago.

An expression of gratitude for all that is good in my life.