6am Saturday alarms going off, and not. The easy, fast and always smelly subway rides. A delayed Uber ride. Waiting in front of not-yet-open coffee shop shivering bundled up in all types of winter wear we own. Greeting the sun over the city on a weekend morning in the empty streets of the financial district. Free coffee offers from baristas who are tellingly not in awe of our reality. We are pumped. It’s taping time!