We've got a peaceful Saturday going on. Mike's only had one tantrum this morning. The dogs are sleeping, the cats aren't fighting, the washer and dryer are humming, I've got smooth jazz from Sky.fm, an email from Skip to reply to, all is well. I only got about 5 hours sleep last night, couldn't give up the racing mind until about 2:30 this morning. It was hot upstairs, especially with Gus and Jay-Jay snuggled as close to me as they could get.

I finally got up and turned on the AC, then Mike woke up and demanded I turn it off, interrupting a potentially erotic dream about me and John Kerry, of all people. We seemed to be intimately acquainted, he was dressed casually in jeans and a plaid, short-sleeved sports shirt, and I was going riding with him on his Harley. He was so much taller than me, I came only to his armpit.

After I went back to sleep, I had a stressful dream about very ill-behaved children, totally out-of-control. I was trying to put them all to bed and they were doing whatever they could to resist. There were 10 or 12 of them, all sassy, loud-mouthed smart alecks. Made me glad to wake up to just one grumpy husband, two dogs, and two cats.