Awoke to a snowy wintry wonderland, with large heavy flakes still falling. I took it as a prescription for a lazy, slouchy Saturday. And nothing goes better with a cosy weekend day than a big, stick-to-your-ribs breakfast. Hubby wasn't interested, so I asked myself, is it worth it to cook for myself? Of course I am; so I did.
So I chopped, mixed, toasted and cooked myself up a hearty plateful of YUM, and finished packing away the rest of Christmas that I had put off. Today was a good day. Lfe is good, and for that I am grateful.