The day after Christmas is always one of the hardest for me. Much fun and much food make it hard to want to do anything…for other people. So I’m in a house full of loafers. They wake up late, bleary-eyed and yawning. They shuffle into the kitchen looking for food and making a mess of the counter and table. They pad into the living room and turn on a movie or play a video game.
I’ve been up for 4 hours, fed the dogs, unloaded the dishwasher, gave myself a pedicure and bathed the cat before they’re internal alarm clocks rang for the first time. How do they do that?