My awesome wife brought me breakfast on our front porch. Sausage and egg scrambler, and peanut butter toast. Not pictured: coffee. Glorious coffee. My wife may not let me completely fill the driveway with beaters, and the garage with janky scooters of questionable origin, but I’m glad she kept me.

Excuse the mess. It’s a gorgeous morning, and I can’t be bothered to care.