Sometime around four a.m. my eyes flutter open and I decide I need to organize.  I need to make lists and email people back and grade manuscripts and maybe shower.  And ingest some antioxidants.  I spent the last year as a fairly successful vegetarian, if you don’t count not eating meat as a measure of success, and as I push up from the crumpled bed covers I resolve to try harder.  Right here.  Right now.  I am the master of my fate.  I drink this in one go:


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