I really think I need to get into the breakfast habit. Basically all my adult life I’ve pooh poohed and ignored breakfast except on rare occasions. (Not counting breakfast food for lunch or dinner at Denny’s or the like… love that.) But breakfast at breakfast isn’t something I do on a regular predictable basis.

But today (and not just today) I rolled into work a little later than I like, then sat there at the desk useless for a few minutes before I realized that I really was quite hungry.

Went downstairs to the snack bar and got a cinnamon bun and a white chocolate mocha. I’m almost done eating it and am already feeling a bit better and like my brain is almost functional. I a couple seconds I’ll be able to be productive.

I should probably think about trying out a breakfast every day policy and seeing how it would work out. The problem is, of course having time for breakfast means getting up earlier. Getting up earlier means either less sleep or going to bed earlier, neither of which are all that exciting.

Oh well. The Cinnamon Bun is gone. Time to do real stuff.