Layla (Boxer)

Woke up this morning from a dream. My college professor had a new office and we were looking for it. No matter how far we went or where we went, we couldn't find it. Those "searching" dreams are standard "my subconscious is bugging me about something I need to do." So when I got home from milking today I paid my car insurance, sent out letters for the township, turned in a book at the library, and e-mailed my niece wishing her a Happy Birthday. Hopefully that will put my brain at rest. Maybe tonight Mr. Elliot and I will finally find his office so we can discuss my research on Classical Cepheid Variables.

A picture from Pete Valesano.