Sometimes They Come Back

Even though the semester has ended, I’ve yet to sleep well.

Last night, I dreamt I walked into my classroom on the first day of spring classes.  Every seat was filled by a student from last term.  Taking my course over again.

So much for “out of sight, out of mind.”  Tonight I’ll go to bed early, after a nightcap of scotch and antihistamines.  Maybe that will cut the nightmares off at the knees…