This day started, like virtually all of them since my arrival, around two in the afternoon. Sometimes I’ll sleep until three, sometimes I’ll get up early at one, but it’s usually right around two. I’m not setting an alarm, obviously, so I’m just sort of freeballing it on wake time. Just about everyone I’ve talked to here is surprised by this, and they ask “what? You haven’t adjusted to the time zone yet?”, to which I reply that there really isn’t motivation to do so.
I mean, there’s not exactly anyone waiting at an office somewhere. There’s actually not anyone waiting anywhere, ever, here. That is actually nicer and less lonely than it sounds, at least when you’re in Paris with a book to write. It probably would suck in Topeka with nothing to work on.
Plus, even if I did adjust to the times, it’s just not practical to be up in the morning – not only is everyone that I talk to or text back home not up yet, but the cafes are pretty busy until after lunchtime, and I wouldn’t really have a place to comfortably work outside my tiny apartment until 2pm or so anyway. All I know is that for the first time in years, I’m well-rested, energetic, and relaxed. So I’m just going to roll with it.