who only by moving can balance

In one of my migraine naps this week (migraine finally evaporated, in a slow and sticky and lingering fashion, around 3pm today) I had a fairly detailed dream about having I think a service dog, but definitely A Dog, being a chocolate lab named Jemima.

Short for Jemima Puddledog.

I have a very clear idea of What This Imaginary Dog Is Like based solely on the name, and I am very fond of her.

Last night's dream: arriving home (an amalgam of several rooms in college) to find that it had been broken into, and all my paperwork neatly filed and all my big stuff - my chairs and the like - scattered broken across a lawn out of sight until one went searching. (I say "more subtle than usual" because ( teeth ). This one at least was novel!)

I passed the transfer viva in spite of epically screwing up (I sent an old version of the report to my examiner, that didn't include most of the two weeks' frantic work; I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I MANAGED THIS but on the plus side my report is vastly the better for it and I learned a lot during the process).

I did the thing.

And now I am going to have pancakes with sebastienne and TOL, and after that TOG is likely to be visiting me, and Mia made more stunningly gorgeous art, and... yes. Yes.