Older Daughter came stumbling out of her room this morning, bleary-eyed, and declared she hadn't slept well.
"Any particular reason?" I asked.
"Don't know. Got to sleep too late, woke up too early," she replied. "But on the bright side, I had a dream about heaven."
"Wow. Was it nice?"
"Yes. There were three bookstores alone in the first five minutes."
Dreams can be weird things, yes, but bookstores in heaven -- especially for booklovers like us -- may not be such a bad thing.
Just a little humor for a cold, windy, snowy day.