As we travel across the country trying to sleep in one of any number of hotel rooms with Roy, I can’t imagine a timelier re-post. Enjoy. No one is sleeping at my house. It’s been a week now, and I feel like the ugly pattern has clearly defined itself so that I can put a name to it without fear of jinxing us. I deliver this news to you with a sense of peace and impunity: we cannot be jinxed, you see, because we are already not sleeping. Nighttime has always been a mixed bag with The Three. Roy was an infant when I realized that he had come into this plane of existence with the reflexes of a battle-hardened sentry. Kindly put, Roy…