It's cold in Wellington, with snow expected here tonight, but fortunately I should be able to slip home before the weather starts. At the moment, though, I am still in bed, recovering from an unpleasant teaching dream in which a crowd of "experts" invaded my class while I haplessly fumed and the students sat bewildered. I feel like I've had an abnormal number of teaching-anxiety dreams lately, which is interesting and also annoying because in real life I'm not really that anxious about teaching so I find it unfair that my brain wants to dig up one more way to make me worry. Surely my conscious brain does that well enough on its own.

Still, maybe my brain needs some tough love because it seems to be having trouble remembering how to pack: I almost forgot my toothbrush yesterday, and I definitely forgot my notebook. I'm not sure why I'm so scattered: just chalk it up to the overwhelmingness of the season, I guess. At least I remembered my coat.