Gregory the cat likes to wake me up at some point too early to get up—so before five on a workday. I have to force myself to get back to sleep because it’s usually a five to fifteen minute process to get him out of the bedroom. During that next hour or two of sleep, I have nightmares. It was sometimes. Now it’s usually. For the last three or four nights, I’ve had nightmares every night. Not Sarah Connor apocalypse dreams—which are probably appropriate right now—but just ones about not being very good at things I do. No wonder I liked academia so much—As at least tell you you’re doing all right.