What am I doing up?
I’ll be heading to bed soon.
A certain department head sent me an email this evening, and it was a delightful little surprise. It came at midnight.
What was she doing up?
Anyway, the other night after the talent show, while I was waiting for the bus, I saw her running across the street to the parking lot.
Yes, running. And of course it amused me, because in my head, the French don’t run.