An observation on habits

I usually save cooked breakfasts--scrambled eggs, omelets, pancakes/waffles, fresh-baked biscuits, that sort of thing--for the weekend. It's my treat to myself, even something as simple as scrambled eggs. It's a little pleasure.

But when you haven't gone grocery shopping the better part of a week and there's no dinner food in the house, you make do what what you've got, so last night I made scrambled eggs for dinner in a big rush between work and the class I took (about which more anon).

The point of all of this is to say: The prospect of scrambled eggs for breakfast when you've had scrambled eggs for dinner is not as awesome as usual.

Maybe I'll go get a bagel. Or something.