Was tuned to CNN Absolutely the whole night. Dozed off as broadcasters reported on the three separate terrorist incidents.

At sunrise I dreamt that I was in my boy's bedroom in the old main house, and that I was in high school once again. Heavy rain was pouring outside. A male American came in through the door and discussed politics with Rene de C., a  DLSU professor. I knelt on the floor in front of my antique, wooden dresser (something I acquired 25 years ago) and attempted to recite my morning oracion, but (due to its left-brain hemisphere requirements) could not get the sequence right.