dream

I'm not sure if this was last night or the night before...

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It was the first day of classes, and the lab manager had brought me some equipment for demos. The students were really rowdy and I couldn't get them to settle down enough to even read the relevant parts of the syllabus to them. Maybe it's because I was sitting in the back of the room. Then one of the students yelled out that his hand was stinging from the acid in one of the demos he wasn't supposed to touch and he needed something to neutralize it. OMG. Thank goodness T$ was sitting next to me in the back, so with a look I asked him to watch the class and he agreed and got up while I walked the kid over to the lab.

On the way I started to scold him how he shouldn't play with things outside the lab and he did the "yeah yeah I know" - but I cut him off by pointing out that at the least, there's gloves in the lab that'll protect his hands when he's doing things he isn't supposed to be doing. We got there and he kept asking for lime (I forget what he really did ask for, but this is the closest I can come up with), but I said I had something better: baking soda! And after pouring it all over his hands, everything was better. I walked him back to class and the class was 5 minutes over by the wall clock, and everyone was trying to get up to go and T$ was in the front of the room, but my clock said we had 5 more minutes, so I talked more about the syllabus.
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There was another part to the dream I don't remember.

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picked up Peeper's ashes today; jethereal came with. they came in a cardboard box that was some 3"x3"x4", like it was in the mail as-is. I was even more confused when I picked up the box and it weighed more than she ever had. The woman behind the counter explained that they were in an oak box - it's kinda like a casket supposedly for display, and the base comes off with two screws revealing a little ziplock bag inside. They're more than a thimble but less than a shotglass, lighter gray than I expected, with bits of bone still visible. I cried some more, but not loudly.

Gabe waltzed over the ceiling of his cage - he likes hanging upside down, which Peeper never did, but he doesn't like to come out and hang out, which Peeper did. His poops seem super watery still, so I may call up the vet tomorrow, but they didn't call back w/ any worms... I'm making progress though: one time I accidentally knocked him off the arm of the chair I sit on, and when he landed a foot a way I held my hand on the floor and he walked over and stepped up without prompting. Another time he walked over to my foot and stepped onto my foot and I "elevator"-ed my foot up to my hand so I could transfer him to my shoulder. So it seems like he's starting to know me.

he's not Peeper, he never will be.