It's a little after 10 pm on Wednesday March 4th, and my brain has checked out. Giving up all hope that I will think clearly (or see straight) any longer, I have stopped working on my current article about Paris. The deadline is drawing near, and though I see no other opportunity to finish it before then- tonight is certainly not the night.

I won't complain though. As I find little mindless activites to keep me awake- my husband is sitting at his laptop working.