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.