Why Sunday breakfast is important...

Something about my personal drug of choice, intergenerational crimes, and I can't believe I missed the Eurovision song contest this year...

Sundays I do either pancakes or waffles... Hey, a little regime in one's life is no bad thing and folks of a semi-retired sort on boats need some kind of anchor to let them know what day it is.

Waffles/pancakes are my tether to what passes for time and the real world. Well, that and the fact that I'm always careful to keep the location of my towel current.

Listening to Ray Wylie Hubbard (being what day it is and all)

So it goes...