Yesterday I woke up tired. I got up anyway and tried to complete the morning routine. I thought about making coffee. The idea was exhausting. I looked at my husband. “I’m still tired,” I said. “Me too,” he answered. “I think I’m going back to bed.” It was Saturday, so this was actually a possibility. “Me too,” he answered. So we did. We’d already made the bed so we crawled atop and each found a pillow. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to fall back asleep. Three hours later we woke up. Three hours! We got up (again). By this time the mail had arrived. At an ...