Wake up. Feed cats, dog and goldfish. At breakfast, remind daughter to stop telling kids at school that we are related to Hitler. We are not even German.* She is half-Irish (me), half-Ivoirian (dad). Daughter is bleary-eyed from watching too much Vicar of Dibley last night, but agrees. Now off to work! Or not. For […]Read more "Day Six: Why Everyone Should Write from Bed"