hERE’S HOW MY DAY BEGINS: I WAKE UP AT 6:00 A.M. WITH a list of tasks I’ve written down and reminders I’ve emailed myself. I sit down to work, knowing my entire day is planned. Nothing is going to stop me today …
Oh, look! A hawk outside my window has seen a rat scurrying on the ground. My wife just woke up—I need to tell her a joke. Instagram! I should check Instagram. What’s up with the way my books are stacked? You know what? I should go for a walk and get a breakfast burrito. Yes, that sounds good. Also, orange juice and a coffee. Actually—the diner is open. Should I get pancakes? No, wait—wait! I have a schedule. It’s written down. I am supposed to be writing this thing for Esquire …
neurodevelopmental disorder for which I take medication to get through the day. I’m embarrassed to admit this, even though
