Hurricane Katrina bumped into my end-of-the-month deadline glut, meaning that I had to stay up all last night writing–a Commentary essay from midnight to seven, my Friday Wall Street Journal drama column from seven to ten. John Pancake, my editor at the Washington Post, was able to give me a one-day extension for this Sunday’s “Second City” column, which I’ll write in the morning.
For the moment, though, I’m cross-eyed and sleep-deprived, so I’m not even going to try to blog. Our Girl, bless her, has taken over our “Live from Katrina” page, which continues to draw heavy traffic. Me, I’m going to post some pre-written items, then crawl into my loft and seek a bit of oblivion.
See you later.