At least four times in the past month, I have woken myself up laughing. I have actually been brought awake by my own chuckling. No story, no image, no dream, just laughter. It’s been a wonderful, surprising experience. In a world and an America that seems to be getting more grim, it’s been heartening to know that I’m cracking myself up at night. There is something that I seem to be remembering and it sure feels good!