5:30am: I open my eyes. Having only gone to bed at 3:30am, I promptly close them again. 7:45am: I wake up because a small white paw is beating me relentlessly about the nose and cheeks. I guess it’s time to feed and water the furry little darlings. But no coffee. I crawl right back into bed. 10:30am: So I’ve missed the Special New Year’s Edition of the Today Show. I’ll get up in a minute (as if to hit some sort of metaphysical snooze alarm). 12:45pm: Okay: I’ve now had 9(ish) hours of sleep. I’m ready. Let’s have some coffee.

I used to always complain that I couldn’t sleep past 7:30am, even if I'd been up till 5. Happy New Year! God is trying to tell me something: like maybe that I should practice sleeping late by staying up drinking champagne till 3. Whoo-hoo!