Weekend

 Tis the season of stress dreams.

I had a dream that I couldn't remember my students' names and everything was complete chaos at school.  As in, I didn't have a plan and they were running amok and judgmental looking adults were there watching.  I had a dream that Mark went to my cancer doctor about celiac disease.  My doctor said that Mark was "gravely ill" and that some people can cope with celiac disease and some can't.  Mark was a can't.

I asked desperately, "Are people working on a cure?  Are there treatments?!?"

He said, "No.  No one cares about celiac disease."

So that was a fun night.

And also, understandable.  School is a little crazy.  I have chemo again this week (why Dr. Chipman showed up in my dream).  And I always feel concern for Mark.

The stress yields headaches.  All part of the Thelma package.

I think things will get better.  I have my grades in pretty good hand (they're due this week).  I think I have my sub plans sorted.  I will get through chemo--and the following days.  I'm planning on doing exactly nothing for a few days.  (Which means I have to be totally ready for Christmas--and I pretty much am.)

It's been a lot.

A weekend was nice.  Adam and I stayed home Friday night and ate cheese and crackers for dinner.  We did the Saturday things and I abandoned reading my book, because it was just too stupid.  I started a new one, hoping for better things.

Mark was gone all day Saturday with his friends.  They went out into the desert and shot guns at targets.  (My grandpa Dahl would have approved.)

I said, "Don't shoot your eye out."

I don't love guns.  At all.

He came home happy and dirty and I guess that is a good day.

Yesterday Emma's choir was singing in church, plus she was involved in two musical numbers.  I really wanted to go, but it was my turn to lead the music in primary and I already miss enough Sundays. 

It turned out Elder Caussé was there!  It was a surprise.  He and his wife had gone to Music and the Spoken Word and then wanted to go to a sacrament meeting.  Emma's friend told her right before church, "An apostle will be here!"

Emma said, "Well I wasn't nervous...."

Mark went to watch and overtly recorded the songs for me.  I loved hearing them.  At the end Elder Caussé spoke and he said it was the "perfect" ward for them to go to.  Then he and his wife shook the choir members' hands and thanked them.  Emma was brave enough to speak a little French with his wife.

You never know what a day holds, I guess.

Emma came over and she and I daydreamed about travel and listened to the recordings of their songs.  After Adam got home, we made dinner, talked to QE--Adam and I both read her books, and played a round of Skip Bo.

Now the week.  I'm a little daunted, but I have a pretty good survival rate.  I predict I'll make it.