Donald was looking at me as though I’d just sprouted a third arm. “Set an alarm at 2am every morning?” he repeated, as if hoping to extract some new meaning.<\/p>\n
“Well, you said you wake up feeling anxious every night, anyway,” I said. “So I’m saying make an appointment with yourself to feel anxious at 2am. Then you know it’s coming rather than being surprised.”<\/p>\n
We’d established good enough rapport by this time that Donald agreed to this idea, although sceptically.<\/p>\n
But what was I trying to accomplish, exactly?<\/p>\n