This morning dawned with heavy rain, 15° but low pollen, and I thought to bluster through the rain for a full run, but after about a half mile I changed my mind. Morning Office, grocery trip, hot breakfast… speaking of which, I do love breakfast, and when I reach the end of my portion (two rashers of faux bacon, two patties of hash browns, and two eggs) I’m always a bit sad that I mayn’t have more. Of course, that would be gluttony, and would defeat the purpose of the restraint that I observe in having fruit for breakfast most days of the week; but oh, my goodness, the desire is strong.
All but finished the current nonfiction reading, but it’s a slow, frustrating read. Trudged onward, leftovers for dinner, Margaret continued her meetings, I watched The Office [US].