I'm on my second cup of decaf and I'm restless. The skies are grey and despite the calendar announcing that we're nearly there, nearly to summer, I'm wearing a sweatshirt and my bare feet are frozen.

My brother and sister-in-law are on their way to the hospital this morning. They'll hopefully be meeting their son today - and we'll all know if they've made another redhead.

I love my hair color - this dark brown works well on my head. But last night, I dreamed I was a coppery redhead, and it looked awesome. I also dreamed that when I looked in my husband's mouth I could see his skull, and that I went to an empty field to watch fireworks. Alone. My psyche is working through some garbage, I assume. And I'm staying a brunette.