a decadent morning

I climbed into bed just after Jon Stewart said, "Okay, people, that's our show for today! Goodnight! Here's your momoent of Zen!" Then he showed a clip of Bruce Willis, bald but with a Bolton-style mustache, reading a speech in exceptionally bad French. (I don't speak French, but I could still tell it was bad French.)

I woke up at 7:10, or actually, 7:03, because the clock in my bedroom is seven minutes fast. The alarm was set for 8:30, so I knew I had some time for a mellow morning. I drank coffee with cream, spread nutella on wheat bread, and read Harper's Monthly. Ah. Just delightful.