It’s 9 am on Sunday. I know this because I can hear my neighbor having sex, and for the last month, she’s only had sex on Sundays. I never used to wake up early, but I was told that’s what adults do. Set alarms on weekends. Feign interest in people’s problems. Use credit cards.
Have sex.
On Sundays.
Before 9:30.
Then rush to yoga just in time to be thirty minutes early.
So an hour later, they can leave yoga, feeling relaxed, no longer stressed about credit card bills, which I can only imagine are very stressful.

But I’m not quite there yet.