Breakfast of Champions

All happiness depends on a leisurely breakfast. --John Gunther

I heartily agree!  I do not like to rush through breakfast.  I like to take my time preparing it, eating it and lingering afterward.  In fact, I don't like to rush at all in the morning.  I don't always get it that way, but that's my preference.

My morning usually starts about 8:00 a.m.  After my ablutions, I get dressed.  Always.  Even when I'm sick.  Granted, if I'm running a fever or throwing up, I may just throw on sweatpants and a T-shirt.  But I absolutely have to have clean underwear.  After dressing, if there's time, I get on the computer.  A little before 9:30 a.m., I head downstairs.  After greeting Tabitha, I get my mother up and moving and head to the kitchen.

I get things started by filling my electric kettle.  I love my electric kettle.  I don't know how I managed before I had one and I will never be without one again.
 

In order to make tea, I need tea bags.  Or loose tea, but most mornings it's tea bags for my mother and instant coffee for me.  And, according to Tabitha, I'm not able to find the tea bags or coffee on my own.  She's very helpful.

Somehow, I manage to get the food prepared by myself.  Cream of Wheat, French toast or pancakes.  That's my basic repertoire of breakfast foods.  On rare occasions, I have muffins--either bought or home made.  Before I set the table, I clean it with Clorox or Lysol wipes.  The cats hate the smell of the disinfectant and it keeps them off the table--at least until after we eat.  Emmy harbors the notion that some day she'll get her own place setting--with plenty of meat on it!

Once the food is off the table--and the cleaning smell is gone--Khai decides it's time for some affection.  At this point, I'm usually savoring my coffee.  He figures I only need one hand to hold my coffee cup so I should use the other hand to pet him.

Now, I usually clean the sink after each meal.  Tabitha sticks close by as I work.

She's very good at making sure I clean the sink thorougly after the dishes are done.

And she insists on checking my work.

Hmmm, what's that tiny speck in there?

We go through a lot of dish soap and disinfectant wipes!

When that's done--on the days I don't have errands to run--I make a cup of tea for myself and we head to the living room to watch one of our recorded shows.  Old shows.

Before Gunsmoke, it was a half hour
show called Marshall Dillon.

The original!



I'd never heard of Chester Morris,
but these are good movies.

  

 During these shows I usually sort through and pack up boxes.  I have to keep the de-cluttering going!