My Alarm went off at 4:30 this morning. It was Monday (still is, in fact). The sky was grey, though this being July, it was at least light. I lay there for a time, coming back to awareness of my body, of who and where I was - and, to a lesser degree, why.  This is normal: too normal for further remark. Millions and millions of humans wake up every Monday morning to their preset alarms, compelled