Dreams be dreams

In my dream I was pushing my tongue against the inside of me teeth and they all came crumbling out of my mouth. I think I had two left and I could feel the ridges of my gums where the others had been. When I went to look in the mirror, though, I had little, white new teeth inside neatly lined up and shining. I've had this dream once or twice before; once long ago when I was away at summer camp. Wendy told me later in life that dreams of this nature mean that someone is going to die. I tried hard to remember if the 'dream' summer was the same as the 'grandmother dying' summer but I'll never be sure.

I don't believe in stuff like that anyway.

My mother is boarding a cruise ship today with my aunt. It's the first time she's travelled without my father since well before they met and married in 1975. I hope she gains some sense of independence. I hope she has too many fruity cocktails and gets hit on. I hope she goes snorkeling or sings karaoke.

My reality consists of using the laundry facilities in my building for the first time ever while grading at least ten papers today. The remaining twenty will be graded over the following two days. So far I've failed two students.