My wife and I were giving each other the silent treatment last week in Chicago. I realized I’d need her to wake me at 5 AM for an early flight back to Atlanta. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence, I wrote a note: “Please wake me at 5 AM.” The next morning, I woke up, looked at the clock, and saw it was already 9 AM. I’d missed my flight. Furious, I was about to yell at my wife when I noticed a piece of paper by the bed. It read: “It’s 5 AM. Wake up.”