I think that most of us have had it. That dream, or rather, that nightmare: The final exam is tomorrow and you haven't been to class at all, for the whole semester. The only thing that saves you is morning. When you wake up and realize that there was no class and it was just a bad dream.
I had that dream last night somewhere between the katydids and the Barred Owl ( I am here in NC visiting Mom). But the problem with my nightmare is that there is a class. It is the TOGA.
I have three weeks to get ready for it and I must be worried. Not too worried, though. I took a nap today with Wilson (the only dog I brought along on this trip). I spotted a Dollar General on Route 191 today. Maybe they sell those big rolls of raffle tickets. I can stop tomorrow and see. Then I will be one step closer to being ready.
Oh, and remember my vow to sew only on PP machines until the TOGA? It was much easier to grab one of the Keatherweights to bring along. I got it set up today. Noisy. I serviced it and now it is better. But the poor thing is neglected. I have to find it a new home.