Every morning is a burnt toast beginning. Fire the alarm clock! !Wake up to blackness—What’s another crunchy-tooth-gone-missing? It’s enough to keep me in bed for the day: “A champion is someone who gets up!” hollers my wall-inspiration for the Get Up! NOW ! coffee-slop-run to the always-gone-past-me bus. I’ve traded my broomstick for a briefcase—and it’s always a race to the pot. It’s about doing, to have: black teeth, burnt toast and coffee—about the best I can be.