head in the clouds, aka saving on psychoanalysis bills

i'm a blue skies person. i just feel so good on a sunny day. two christmases ago, my brother gave Bulldog a book about clouds, which insists that we banish "blue sky thinking", that ...life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day... and i am finally persuaded that there is something totally amazing about clouds. after today's siesta, we lay on the trampoline, cloud-gazing, and Bulldog taught me this really cool trick: pretend you are looking *down* on the clouds. it sounds funny, but after about twenty minutes of lying there, we simultaneously found that it really feels like you are...