Last Thursday, Stephanie and I set off on our annual pilgrimage to France. In the hopes that we’d acclimate to the nine hour time zone difference sooner, we spent the week before the trip waking up two hours earlier than usual, and then four hours earlier on the day of our flight. But of course we couldn’t just sit around the house in the dark waiting for the sun to rise. Which explains why we were wandering around San Francisco at 4am.