It takes me awhile to wake up in the morning. I don't like to talk and I refuse to engage. Bill, on the other hand, is immediately engaged with the world upon waking. He gets out of bed as soon as the alarm goes off - he does not moan and languish in the warm sheets. He bolts out of bed and goes to get the newspaper. By the time he's finished Section A I'm just pushing back the covers and looking for my slippers.
We tend to get ready in the bathroom together. It's a small bathroom but we've divvied up the space quite well: I get 2/3 and he gets 1/3.
And, I thank God that I'm not Lindsay Lohan.