It is 6:45 am. The battle is on. In my kitchen that is. And I manage to pull the pillow back on my head and go back to the most precious minutes of the morning sleep. There is something incredibly satisfying about waking up 10 minutes earlier than your set alarm clock time and going back to catching the most satisfying zz’s. But the battle is on. In my kitchen that is. The pounding of the metal on the floor, the clash of metal against metal, and oh wait.. Was that stone pounding! Whoa!  And now a bang! No.. The …