I don't know why Matt and I are so hardheaded about staying up late night after night when we know the consequence at 7 a.m. is going to be eyeballs that feel like they're on fire. Somehow, by the time a responsible bedtime rolls around, we always seem to be immersed in something more interesting than sleep. Tonight it's football, "Jane Eyre" and, apparently, obligatory blogging. A few 9 p.m. bedtimes would make a big difference. Maybe tomorrow night.
If you have suggestions for blog topics, or burning questions you want me to address, please leave me a comment. Writing is the easy part; coming up with something to write about is what I'm too tired for on nights like this. Help a sister out!