Who else wakes up feeling like they are still in dream mode? Am I waking up in 8th grade to get to my beloved Kellogg School a mile down the road in one of the tiniest towns in CT and the only "Falls Village" in the United States of A-Miracle (May that be more so than not, Dear Loving Source of the Universe as we all pitch in and do out bit best we can with balance and elbow grease, kind words and deeds indeed!)
When I had to write my 8th grade essay for graduation in June of 1977 (yes 40 years ago but again, can feel like just a few years back) I woke up in the middle of the night, I think
