I’m sitting here at my keyboard, looking out at the Eastvale sun, with Daisy snoring softly at my feet like she hasn’t a care in the world. I’ve got my…
The alarm clock—my absolute nemesis—rings at 6:30 a.m. I snooze it. Then I snooze it again. Suddenly, what was supposed to be a perfectly planned Eastvale morning turns into a…