Sleeping in is impossible in an Alaskan summer when you have birds and a dog. The sun is always there and they feel that life should be active for so long as it is. So about 6 AM, the birds start calling out. By 7, my dog who in the winter I have to physically remove from his bed at 10 AM and insist he has to go pee, is pacing the floor by my bed wondering if I died and so won’t be getting up to let him out. My floor is fake wood. He has toenails. The tap, tap, tap makes me crazy. And so I find myself reluctantly more productive in summer than winter.