About Last Night

Lack of sleep makes everything difficult. Scratch that. Lack of sleep makes everything impossible. It’s 2 in the afternoon, the living room is mostly still a mess. (I did manage to pick up some papers and put the boys’ books, lying on the floor, in one stack on the coffee table.) Usually by this time I have a clear plan  for dinner. At least I know what I’m going to make. But today I don’t have a clue.