I must be getting old because I used to be able to sleep in past dinner, and now I wake up around 5am like clockwork despite my very best efforts. Brittany (as she will be happy to remind you) is one year younger than me so the old **** gene has yet to kick in. While she slept like a rock, I grabbed some OJ from our little fridge and watched the sun slowly rise over the ocean. More pesky clouds meant I could only actually see the sun for a few minutes, but it was...