The ringing of my alarm was drowned out by the gentle patter of the Seattle rain on the expansive penthouse windows. I didn’t need an alarm, really. Discipline had always been my middle name. As I peeled the 800-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets off my body, I marveled at how deep a slumber I’d just come out from. Guess you could chalk that up to last night’s... distractions. After a bit of light stretching, I trodded to the bathroom and began my routine. 

Yet, as I did, my ...