Fuzzy brain
Twenty or more years ago, pulling an all-nighter was fun and/or profitable, since I was either out dancing or in earning money meeting some sort of legal deadline. The whole all-nighter thing loses its luster when you’re caring for a sick child (migraine, for those interested). Little Bookworm 1 is better sleeping so, as soon as I get Little Bookworm 2 off to school, I’m heading back to bed myself to see if I can remove some of the sandpaper from my eyeballs. Blogging will be light this morning.
