Yesterday morning, my spinning alarm went off with incredible alacrity that was not terribly in line with the pre-sunrise hour. I’d like to tell you my legs quivered with happiness at the thought of hopping on a spin-bike. I’d like to tell you I was pleased as punch to get to daydream about Ira Glass as I pump through a workout of epic proportions. I’d like to do these things, but I cannot. Because instead of waking up, I turned of my lively and brisk alarm while still dreaming about goat on roller skates, and kept right on ZZZing.