Oh, yeah. The other night, I had the mother of all stress dreams that had the elements of every stress dream I’ve ever had since I was a young adult. First, I was back in the classroom, the stress dream that I had when I retired. I didn’t know where the classroom was. (That was from college.) I was late fir work. I forgot where the bus stop was. I couldn’t find my car. I forgot my lunch and had to eat in the cafeteria. I needed to shower and couldn’t find a bathroom. And when I did find it, there was someone who wouldn’t give me privacy. Oh dear lord, it was awful. AWFUL. We are in the midst of a major remodeling project, and I’m sure that was the catalyst.