Sleep and I have a rocky relationship. I don’t mean getting to sleep, or even waking up. Melatonin, and not drinking coffee past noon have solved the first problem, and I’ve been waking up early, on and off, since I was eleven. It’s the need to go to sleep that gives me such trouble.

I do not grill because it’s the most efficient way to get food on the table Sunday night. I don’t know if it’s healthy, and I don’t care. For me grilling is an almost meditative activity. It’s a way of remembering that I am a man, and of being more human.