The opposite of woke is dreaming deep, and that’s the path I’ve been on.

With a moment of head pain or feeling cold, I slide under the duvet like Tyler Durden and have visions.

I woke this morning not to the icky bad rods but to thoughts of a time thirteen years ago before I ever was a prof. I told my new boss that I didn’t want or need a boss; I’d been getting along fine without one for some time, and that as far as a CMS went, I was the Content Management System too.

None of it worked out gloriously at first, but I was empowered and highly competent and not afraid for any reason to show it off. It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory of energy.

In between oracles and naps I’m productive in my own weird way.

After May’s bills are paid I’ll still have the amount of the refunded IRA at least.

It’s time to get going again.