So I am off to breakfast. It is one of the highlights of my day. Nothing better than some french toast with melted butter and syrup. Or eggs over easy so you can dip your toast in the yolk. And bacon. I love my bacon soft, not crispy. Sometimes they have these pancakes with cinnamon apples in them. I love food. Something about an excellent meal that makes everything feel less urgent, less daunting. But I really love breakfast. I used to love orange juice. It was a staple at my table but I can't drink it now because vitamin c will mess with one of my meds. Life can really bite you in the ass sometimes.