I used to date a guy who would wake up in the morning, make a cup of coffee, drink about three quarters of it, and then faceplant back into the sheets he’d just left. I’d watch on in bewilderment, silently sipping my own morning joe and trying to process it all with a cocker spaniel cocked head. Then, I’d hear the muffled snoring into the bedclothes and wonder if I.. Read More