The Night Shift Belongs to My Team of Agents
6:00 a.m. used to own me. I couldn't get up early enough. Now I sleep until 7 a.m. The cell was pinging. My alarm was vibrating. And the weather? Unchecked, meaning I would inevitably dress quickly and step outside in a long sleeve blouse on an 85-degree sleeveless day. My inbox had spent the wee hours of the morning collecting urgent to-dos from London or the East Coast, and the work and family calendar had already slipped a stealth errand into my schedule that I was approximately twelve...
