Sam gets up at 4:30, and I sleep in ’til 7:30, almost every morning. “Delicious sleep,” he said to me recently, “you get 780 more hours a year than I do. That’s like a whole month.” It’s actually 32.5 days.
How adorable I must be, drowsily wishing him a great day as I snuggle back into the pillows and drifting back off for another couple of hours, as Sam departs, his sleep envy fermenting into mild resentment. It took a day to sink in, and so this morning I set my iPhone alarm for 6:30, with productivity in mind.
The goal is to focus on a few (gulp) chores, or a simple home improvement project that doesn’t require neighbor-waking power tools. I tried it for the first time this morning, making the following findings: Continue reading ‘Early to Bed, Early to Rise’


Britney Spears doesn’t corner the market on harebrained reasons for getting married. Just in case you think hets are the only ones with flimsy reasons for marriage, and that marriage means everything to all of us legally unrecognized homos, check out Sex and the City‘s Cynthia Nixon, commenting on if she would marry her girlfriend:
By L.A. standards, we have a lot of land: just over 1/4 of an acre. Anywhere else, it’s a postage stamp.
According to a study from Sex Roles journal, women who paired with a male feminist were in healthier relationships – considering relationship quality, equality, stability, happiness and sexual satisfaction.






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