“How did you sleep?” Gideon asked, a ritual morning check-in. “Not very much,” I grumbled as I bumbled around making my second cup of morning tea. “How many hours, do you think?” he asked. “Five?” I hazarded, then confirmed my guess with my watch’s sleep tracker. “Five hours and seventeen minutes.” “That’s okay,” Gideon said, … More Quest for Kilimanjaro, Day 4: When the Hike is Mean