I had an Institute dream this morning. I dreamed that I got really mad at Rachael (she had said something sarcastic about my turn at check-in, I think), started crying, and left the room. Kevin was walking down the path and I ran to hug him. He asked what was wrong, then reminded me that it was third week.
When I woke up, I smiled to think of the weird tension that did, indeed, start during week three, and the way that we all sort of used "It's week three" as a mantra. This dream reminded me to maintain perspective, cause let me tell you, some of y'all were getting on my nerves in week three, but now I have [almost] nothing but fond memories.