Sometimes in the middle of the night or early in the morning when I’m lying in bed, I experiment with song and book titles. Many of what I consider to be my best ideas happen like this. Also admittedly, some of my worst — and I am currently quite enamored of the country music lyrics I’m developing that include “ridin’ on the rails of your heart”. My husband, who is literal by nature, thinks this is silly. “Hearts don’t have rails,” he informs me — although my twelve and thirteen year old grandchildren think the lyrics have potential, possibly because I was bribing them with good food when we talked about it — and I remain convinced of its viability in the music world of unfaithful dogs, smashed pickups and stolen love. This morning I came up with one of my best titles ever: “She’s Staying Home Until the Medication Wears Off”. It’s sure to be a best seller — watch for a publication date.