Dreamt of pancakes of extraordinary longevity

Yesterday I spun a bit, and went through two snacks again at work. I should
probably start tracking symptoms again because the post-prandrial nausea
isn’t letting up.

P had some business on campus about a chronically missing/absent student,
so he drove us home. At this point they have been seen on campus, so we
know it’s not a life-or-death problem, but it’s still pretty stressful.
There’s some other conflict with a different team of students, and he also
got a callback about another job, so his brain is a pretty busy place.