While I was sleeping, I kept worrying and half-panicking about why I wasn't TA-ing. It both made sense and was confusing. I was trying to figure out why Honors Biology Lab wouldn't be meeting today, or if I'd already arranged not to be there. Not long after I fell asleep, I woke up with the same dream concerns. They persisted for the couple of seconds it took for me to confirm that I was in Seattle and not East Lansing.
Tonight: unstructured hanging out in Wallingford. But first, I should read some of The Crying of Lot 49, which is apparently very funny.