I had a dream last night—about work. Here we are in summertime Ontario, and I had a dream about work.
It wasn’t a particularly happy dream. I was getting left behind. Meetings were being called, and I wasn’t invited and had to show up myself. A summer student was getting assigned work that I was supposed to do, a doubly stressful event because of the reassignment of my work but also because of the unspoken implication that the work I was doing was student-level work.
Today there isn’t a cloud in the sky. The view is spectacular from the balcony of Dad and Khadija’s condominium. Parliament Hill is peeking out from behind downtown Ottawa, and the forested hills of Quebec are visible across the river in the distance.
We are about to leave for a few days in Montreal. So I choose to interpret those dreams last night as my head finally leaving work behind. And so perhaps now the vacation starts in earnest.