Getting some work done today seemed like a good idea. Yesterday. Today it didn't feel quite right. I go by instinct on these things, and it just wasn't happening. Sleeping, homework, watching NASCAR — all of that was fine. Working, not so much.

Oh, well. There's always Monday. I already know I won't be working on Sunday, because I plan to spend the meaty part of the day helping Mom set up her new computer. I hope I remember how to do it so that everything goes smoothly. She doesn't ask much of her computer, just that it work. I won't look very good if I can't get at least that much out of it.

I know I'm kidding myself thinking anything will get done Monday. Mondays are reaction days. On Monday I flinch a lot, too much to maintain any steady course. The one thing I can always expect to have to say on a Monday is "How high?"

But hey. When have I ever accomplished anything on a Saturday? I use my Saturdays to recover, and in that sense today was a success. Of course, my standards for success are fairly low. Sometimes getting up and dressed is enough to qualify. I did that today, but I didn't bother to shave. As I said, low standards can make for a happy weekend.

I had a dream in ASL last night. I don't remember anything about it, but that's probably because I don't understand much of the language yet. But I can see myself at some far off time, thinking in sign language, the way I sometimes put thoughts together in the other languages I've studied, French and Spanish.

At first I didn't think this would be possible, but I can watch stories being told on the class video or by the teacher in the classroom, and I can follow them without translating into English in my head. I take that as a good sign that I'm on the right track. Now if I can only keep 6, 7, 8 and 9 straight, I might get somewhere in that class.