I dreamed of my brother, Tim, all through the night. He was in jail, of course, and giving me grief when I wouldn't let him smoke in my presence during our visit. It was a closet-sized room in which we had to face each other. So, because I wouldn't let him smoke, he said I didn't love him, just as he suspected, and gathered up his stuff (he'd brought everything from his cell with him to our meeting) and stomped away in a huff. As best he could anyway.

And then I woke up singing So You Say by the Manhattan Transfer.