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I had a dream (nightmare) that the new incoming Superintendent fired me. It’s not like I am having a moment; he did move all of the librarians into classrooms in his last district and replaced them with clerks. Which is utterly stupid, since study after study has shown that schools with a certified, master’s degree toting librarian have higher achievement scores. And that is the bottom line, after all. But, you know, whatever. I don’t think I need to scream this time (not yet), but this is more stress on top of what I already don’t need. Plus, I have my stupid presentation to do in less than 2 weeks. Go ahead and ask me if it’s ready (of course it’s not!). Gak! I hate this time of year, too. It’s always depressing to me when the sun dies. Call it fire sign, Celtic heritage, Seasonal Affective Disorder, plain old-fashioned looniness, what have you, I need bright light and vibrant living things around me. Always. If I didn’t have things to do, I would totally hibernate during this time of year. I hate it.