I dozed off this afternoon after reading a few chapters of Bill Crider's mystery, A Bond with Death. The plot revolves around a junior college.

I began to dream that I was starting a new career in junior college. I had registered for three classes, and was on a waiting list to enter the bookstore where I could pick up the required books before class. As I was standing around outside the door of the store, the guard kept allowing people to go in before me.

If there's something that I can't learn here in the house, in the kitchen, in the greenhouse, in the yard, or in the course of living, it will remain unknown to me.

Only a couple of years ago did I finally graduate from college and all other schools in my dreams, and leave that bother behind.