For one thing, Tiffany and I prove bad at getting up early. I blame it on my sleep disorder, which is pretty much defined by the need to be asleep longer than I’m awake, and to sleep in until at least 10 AM most days. I’ll add to that Escitalopram, my psych med, which makes the ordeal of waking up every morning like you’re Sleeping Beauty, only you’ve been asleep for a century because some douche prince never showed up, and now the fairy-tale alarm is ringing! I have to pull myself neuron by neuron into the waking world.