I scoop my cat, Maggie, off my lap and set her back down gently on my pillow. She nudges my hand and sniffs before curling up and tucking her nose under a paw. Then I force my lazy body up off the mattress and stumble out my room, where I immediately set up for a nice cup of tea. No, I’m not British. Enough with the stupid stereotyping. 

So after I’ve finished a nice cup, dressed a little bit better, which consists of jeans, a T-shirt, and a beanie instead of sweatpants and f...