It was a voice sounding in my head over and over again: install wooden closet organizer.  Tara was at me to get it built in our bedroom, and I wanted to get it finished too, but I was just dead tired.  I promised myself that I'd do it on Saturday.  Saturday came and went, and so did Sunday.  On Monday I get a text from Tara.  It just asked me to please get it done.  I called her.  She was sympathetic.  She knows I'm putting in close to 70 hours a week to get this art project finished.  I've been doing it for six months now. I'd have given anything to have the time to get it finished.  So the voice was like programming in my head.  I decided to pull and "all nighter" and Tara slept on the couch.  She must have been tired, as she slept through all my pounding and noise.  Sparky didn't.  He was barking.  I finally had to put him out of the room.  Then he barked louder.  Poor thing.  I finally took a break and took him for a walk.  It was a nice night. I don't take too many walks at three in the morning, but it felt good.