When you are stuck for an entry, tell about breakfast.
I skipped the so-called pancakes. Jason, the good pancake maker, seems to be off duty today. I skipped Farina. Who eats Farina? They don't serve plain old grits anywhere west of the Mississippi or north of Dixie.
I skipped the so-called omelet they bake in a pan like a quiche and call an omelet, and they never put out enough muffins to serve everyone. The bacon and sausage are good-- but not good for me.
Bless me, I had orange juice, extra large, and toast - plain old toast with jam and cocoa. The cocoa is wonderful. Comes from a machine that whips it and serves it hot, and no one can screw it up. The orange juice and coffee come from a machine too; this is the machine age. Juice good, coffee so-so.
I had to hunt through twenty little packages of jam to find the lone blackberry serving. One packet of blackberry and one packet of strawberry and I got 'em both. There are lots of grape and mixed fruit packets for the next guy. How come everyone skips the grape and mixed fruit?
With a little diligence one can get a good breakfast, even in an old folks home.
Then this afternoon, had a l-o-n-g nap from one to three-thirty. Still groggy.