For once, a nice present from my subconscious.

[sakana]

It was the future.  At least a decade into it, maybe more.  We lived in a huge, rambling, old, beautiful house.  Practically all the walls--every room that wasn't unfriendly to paper, most hallways--were lined with books.  We had two brilliant, beautiful children (okay so the boy looked like Harry Potter; what do you want from me?), all kinds of art furniture that someone in the family had made, good times.  Jens was a prominent physicist and gushing over the new particle accelerator at his lab.  We had a pet orca in a big tank.  The giant earthworms in the basement were a little unruly, but pretty awesome nonetheless.

I'm done with student teaching. My thesis is coming along nicely.  Things are looking up.