As most of y’all know, I get up well before the crack of dawn—usually somewhere between four and five-thirty. This morning I rolled out of the sack at four-forty, feeling good and ready to roll.
We were out of English muffins—my usual morning fare—so a little after five, I poured myself a cup of coffee—in one of those adult sippy-cups—and jumped in the old blue pickup, the nearest donut shop my destination. Read the rest of this entry »