A few minutes into our parent/teacher conference this morning, I realized that I was wearing two headbands. Like, one had gotten nestled inside the other and I didn't notice. I'd been wondering where the nestled one had gone to.
This morning, I had my first dream with my mom in it since she died. She and my dad lived in apartment next door to us, and we were hiding from a Hungarian mob. Nonsensical, yes, but it wasn't one of visitation-feeling dreams that I've had of "my" previous dead.
Scene: Today, at the bus stop. (Bus heads towards bus stop.) xine, to other waiting parents and siblings: THE BUS IS FINALLY HERE! (Bus drives by.) xine: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! Non-geeky mom: Uh... xine: Uh... it's a Star Trek thing.