You open your eyes, stretch a couple of times, and lie in bed a few moments, lazily contemplating the day: the conference call at 9:15 a.m. and the meeting with Ms. Jamison in accounting at 10 a.m., followed by the Zoom session with the Atlanta office. And then you look at the bedside clock. 8:22 a.m. You glance at your watch to confirm the time, and the next moment you’re kicking free of the sheets and covers. You stumble around the bedroom looking for clothes; decide instantly to forego the morning shower—you can use the electric razor to shave on the drive to work—skip the leisurely morning cup of coffee; throw papers, your laptop, and an orange into your satchel; run a comb through your hair and a toothbrush around your mouth; and dash toward the car before you remember leaving the keys on your desk in the den. Most …