OK, not exactly twilight, but the world is a very different place in the morning. Since returning from my trip, I've had a hard time sleeping late. I never quite recovered from Netherlands time, which is fine, because getting up at 7 in Amsterdam is like getting up at 1 in the afternoon on the East Coast. And I used to do that -- often. I've now found a happy medium and wake up around 9 every day. Fine. I'm actually more productive when I get up early. Go figure.
Anyway, I'm going to The Meatwave today and wanted to pick up a nice cut of steak and some sausage, but at 10:00 on a Sunday none of the meat markets in Greenpoint are open. I'm going to blame it on Sunday and not this crazy time we call "morning."