September 27 Day 568: Drowning

My classes at UW Tacoma begin in 43.5 hours; last night was my first anxiety dream in a long while.

It felt like the eye of a hurricane. Walls of water surrounded me. Waves crashed through in slow motion and I knew there would be no escape. I had enough presence of mind to call my loved ones and send final goodbyes because deep in my heart, I knew I was about to drown.

Portentous? I hope not.

So, how are you all doing?

Published by Jenny Quinn

Mathematician. Mother. Wife. Leader. I am a professor of mathematics at the University of Washington Tacoma. Mother of Anson and Zachary. Wife to Mark. President of the Mathematical Association of America.

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