You awoke at 10’oclock figuring out where the next idea might strike its cord. You don’t pay attention to the dead bolts of blocks in your head. You try to ignore the pain, and head out to your kitchen where you find a coffee mug with your name on it. Your wife has prepared it for you, because she knew you were going to have a hard day “working”. You smile, and head back to your chair.  read more »