The semester started yesterday and I had my first class today. Harry barked for about the first 15 minutes. Otherwise, it was OK.
I have a slogan idea, inspired by this: IF I AM FAR LEFT, YOU MUST BE A FASCIST.
I dreamed about my father a little over a week ago. It was very realistic and impactful. He was as he was five years ago, during the Summer of 2020, using a manual wheelchair, speaking well, very sharp. He was in the hallway of his house, talking to someone on the phone. He said he and my mother were moving.