7AM in NYC
7 A.M. in New York City
Jet lag is the sweetest gift. It’s one of my great joys to live on the wrong time zone in every country I’m in. I prolong it as long as I can. This way I can be a morning person in New York and a night person in France. (I’m actually neither. I do my best work in the afternoon.)
Yesterday I woke up at 4AM, threw my Christmas tree o…