At 3am I woke freezing to find the batteries in the thermostat dead. The screeching drawers of an old desk yielded nothing from my housemates’ common property so I dug through my own for a pair of double-As, replaced them, and tossed in bed for an hour. My alarm didn’t rouse me on account of its newly dead triple-A. When I roused myself and checked the other clock, I figured if I was going to be late, I could be late. I showered a long hot shower and ate my oatmeal over email. I saw a coworker cleaning snow off his car. “I’m not going in today,” he said. “I’m going in late,” I said. He said that sounds like a plan. I stopped at a favorite cafe halfway to work for a green tea to go, and the barista said everyone has those days.