I spent last night trying to write a dream song that began with the words "The melancholy bluebird." I remember dream-singing the phrase over and over but never did figure out what verb should come next. To the best of my recollection, the tune was a 1920s-style "Red, Red Robin" kind of ditty, only gloomier.

Today my house is overrun with boys. I am hiding upstairs and they are chasing each other around with handcuffs and fake bloody knives and evil garden gnomes, etc. Every once in a while they take a break and eat Cheez-Its.