Just before waking (it always is, I figure) I had a dream in which we had some sort of large group of family staying at some hotel or resort. For reasons not clearly stated, they were unable to feed all of us brunch until 2 pm, but a group of guys headed off to feed themselves "fish and soup," which they had somehow found a source of. I was torn because I was hungry, but it didn't seem right to abandon everybody else and I wasn't really feeling fish and soup just then. So I stayed in bed and fumed at the cosmic injustice of it all.
Meanwhile, back in the real world, the cosmos was meting out some actual justice. Graham had failed to appreciate the seriousness of the "preferred" deadline for on-campus housing applications back in November, so he only got his application in around the Xmas. Thus he landed on a waitlist purgatory which seemed to take forever for UNC Housing to work through. Thus began a series of confusing and soul-sucking emails like: "We have worked through 289 placements. You are now 613th in line for resolution." This weekend, while he was in Chicago with the quiz bowl team for nationals, he got his roommate assignment for next year. He will be rooming with Ronan, a friend of his from middle school at least if not elementary school. Their relationship has not always been seemless, but they've worked through things. Ronan is more social than Graham is, and his new dorm is more social than his current one. So it's possible Graham's social circles may expand. At any rate I no longer have to perseverate over how we are going to house him next year and whether we'll need to go out and furnish an apartment, not an exciting prospect.
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