and now, a joke from my mom (this seems to be family week, doesn't it?)
my mother had to send me a copy of my birth certificate so I can go to the french consulate and get my long-stay visa. she stuck a post-it on the photocopy she mailed me, informing me that fyi, I was born on a wednesday at 5:34 am. "that was probably the last time you were up that early," she joked. yuk yuk yuk. thanks mom :) um...I think I had to wake up that early to catch a flight a couple of times...that's about it...
actually 5:30 am is one of my favorite times to be awake. everything is so quiet! going out onto the streets of manhattan-- there are a few cars, but for the most part it's quite still, and the slightest sound--a truck braking for a traffic light; a taxi passing by; the trunk of the car shutting as we load in our suitcases--is vast. the sky is silvery blue, run through with a trace of morning light here and there. the buildings, the stores--all sleeping. occasional joggers. peace prevails.
however, try to wake me up before 7:00 on an average morning and you might receive a black eye for your trouble.