A little after four in the morning, I clicked “send” on an e-mail with the last draft of a brief attached. There was no need to shut off the light, though, for I was neither in my office nor at home. I was also not in an airport, although I had traveled through three different airports in the previous 24 hours. I was also not in a hotel.
I was in a hospital, and, while my laptop sat balanced on my knee, my baby nephew slept within reach. As I sat watching over him, tubes, wires, whispering nurses and the steady beep of heart monitors marked the few remaining hours until morning.
