Come closer, I have a confession to make. Lean in so I can whisper:

I get enough sleep.

It’s a lonely admission. Like the newly sobor alcoholic fidgeting silently at the edge of the Monday-morning water-cooler crowd (“I got sooooo wasted this weekend!”), I stand wistfully unwelcome among the ranks of the mock-serious humble-braggers of sleep deprivation (“I know…”beat “I need more sleep.” snort! guffaw!).

Sleep deprivation is generally considered today to be like the weather: worth complaining about as a friendship-building exercise, but not a problem seriously considered solvable…