I stir in my sleep as the phone buzzes on the bedside cabinet. I quickly look at the digital bedside clock and moan quietly as I press one of the side buttons on the iPhone to silence the buzzing. Who the fuck would call at 2:00am? I turn around to see if my wife is still asleep. All hell would break loose if her sleep got disturbed. Thankfully, she is still snoring, probably in some dream about clothes and shoes. I am no...