I'm up early these days. The jetlag seems to have hit me harder than usual, so I'm getting up around 7am and feeling like I need to go to bed by 11pm.
Apparently that's how a lot of people live when they're not jetlagged. I find it very confusing.
One consequence of this is that I seem to be enjoying breakfast even more than usual. I attack it with relish. (How many different ways can that be misinterpreted?)
So you can imagine my delight when the mystical and magical M told me about this:
The London Review of Breakfasts
"He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart." (C.S. Lewis)
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