It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and I just took a shower. No, I didn’t just wake up, in fact, I have yet to go to sleep. I spent my night obsessing over trying to figure out coding minutia over my husband’s website, finally giving up and accepting I have no clue what html or CSS is. I drank three quarters of a glass of red wine, and spent the rest of the evening in my studio. No, I wasn’t working. In fact, stretched my back on my very slick fitness ball and I laid on my very comfy new wooden floor, realized that it was very dusty and swept and moped it from side to side until it was spick and span.