I woke up from a dead sleep, no reason, at 5:17 am. Heart racing, cold sweat, and thoughts of panic and the color red. I can’t figure out what happened to who. Red is usually trauma.
I am not going to sleep well again until I figure this out.
In other news, I went to the holiday party for my department at the new job. Got invited by the Museum President to go to the party on Friday that they have midday, in the Temple. Can you say holy shit?
I work with 43 women. There is one other guy who works across the street in research.
I am not kidding.