A Saturday chez moi, because 75% of the workday is spent in front of a computer—and that’s no fun. And because we’re still on lockdown, in quarantine. 8:00AM I’m up, but still in bed, luxuriating under a cocoon of comforter and weighted blankets. It’s easy waking up sans alarm when there’s sun. For half the year, I feel productive, alive, excited. SAD is a real; thank goodness it’s spring. 8:15AM I’ll laze around in the mornings (weekend or not), but once I’m awake, I feel an urgent need to scrape my tongue immediately. I’m lethargic, gross, and inhuman otherwise; I highly recommend incorporating this Ayurvedic practice into your daily routine. (I’m so passionate about it that for Christmas one year, I gifted everyone I love a surgical steel-grade tongue scraper. Well, except my boyfriend, who insists that running your teeth across your tongue does the same thing. It doesn’t.) 8:45AM Kettle is boiling. Hot green tea is my religion, but today, I’m feeling indulgent. I make a matcha latte instead. One-part hot water, one part warmed oat milk. Mixed with a fork, because I’m not indulgent enough to bring out the whisk. (It requires more work to clean than a quick, one-two…