I woke up Sunday morning to sunshine through the trees again. I didn't remember any phantom clicks, but also did remember what surely was a dream. Stretching my arms, I rose and pulled up a pair of shorts again - skipped a shirt this time - and stepped out of the bedroom. I looked around, no girls. Maybe it really was a dream, I mused. The whole weekend though? If I had been a drinking man, I'd just assume I've been passe...