Slept heavily with strange dreams; some sort of university complex as ever, full of staircases and corridors, lacking any sort of predictable structure, which I walk nervously through with a constant feeling I’m not supposed to be there – this is all a bit obvious, isn’t it? This is combined with a powerful feeling of discomfort in one eye and lengthy debates about whether a particular Journal of Roman Studies submission meets the journal’s standard of significance – I have started receiving submissions, in my new role as Editor. but from what I can recall of the paper’s argument when I wake up this one was completely imaginary. Semi-woken at one point by Hector yelling, as he tends to do in the small hours when he feels hungry or lonely, but drifted off again, and the cats for once were not demanding breakfast at half five. It’s not a work day for A – still can’t make much sense of her schedule in the new job – so no alarm set. Eventually surfaced from more odd dreams at about half…
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