Gargantuan

I love breakfast. I don't much care what it is. Bacon and eggs, sure… eggs benedict, or a fresh bagel with avocado and smoked salmon. Rye toast and manuka honey. Hot black coffee.

I don't need to be stuffed, at breakfast. Breakfast is not the time for bingeing. It's the time for being outside and looking across the water, or down a busy morning street and watching the crowds go by. Reading the paper, finding out what the world's been up to while I've been ignoring it.

I don't have time for such luxuries today, but I'm still going to go make coffee and sit still for a few minutes. Let the mind of the Very Fat Guy stray to the end of the week and the blue sky blanketing the city this morning.