April 28

Of course I didn't catch up on sleep the last night of choir tour. Here I am, midway through the flight out of Chicago to Paris, knowing I need sleep, not having enough energy to stay awake, yet having problems drifting off. The first couple of hours I was dead to the world- even the stewardess asked if I took something that knocked me out- but now I seem to be in a weird interim of sleep, resting, and restlessness.