I’ve been getting up at 5:45 a.m. this week, something an earlier me would have thought fantastical.

Olivia’s self-contained in the mornings now, so my urge with the blank canvas of the morning unfurled is to pounce: grab a quick coffee out and rush to the office to start with the productivity.

This morning I demurred: I slowed myself down, made breakfast, went out to the back yard.

It was the right choice.