I am back from France. My body seems to love the fine hour of four. I wake up bright eyed, convinced that it is much later in the day. And then... no. Usually I can toss and turn till about four-ish and then something in my brain compels me to get up. This morning it was a need to reposition my bed so that annoying light from outside would not hit my restless eyes.
But here is the real question -- is 5:30 too early for breakfast?
After all it is mid-afternoon in France, right about the time I might be looking for my espresso, macaroon, or other treat.
Adjustment is hard.