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?
Math in the Time of Corona 