I’m not a morning person. I’ve tried to be, but I’m just not. Like, don’t talk to me until I’ve been up for at least an hour and have had a cup of coffee. Coffee. Is. Life. In the summer, it’s not so bad. The sun comes up early, and I usually have to get in a workout before Robb goes to work. I’m either running, which is great because I can be alone, or at Orange Theory, silently hoping no one will…
