Power Down Hour
His eyes remain shut as he presses the snooze button for the third time. Finally he peeks at the time and the panic of needing to be out the door in 25 minutes jolts him up. No time for a shower. He stumbles to his closet. He stares blankly for an eternity before grabbing something, anything. A glance in the mirror reveals his pants are too wrinkled for wear. Growing crankier by the minute, he remembers that he needs to scrape the ice off of his windshield. “I’m gonna be late,” he mutters. No time for breakfast. He heads for
