Breakfast of Champions

A long time ago I read that book, Breakfast of Champions, and several more by Vonnegut. Decidedly an odd author, but at the time he intrigued me...   The phrase caught on to mean so many things... Wheaties, decathlon, more.  Mom and I braved the chilly drizzle to drive to town, pick up her meds, and follow a little jaunt through some county roads...  We drove by Ten Mile Store, a quaint little hangout for locals, and we picked up breakfast for the road----   and takeout for supper...  She is hooked on cheesy tots from Burger King for breakfast if we go anywhere.  They are quite the yum.  We stopped for some every morning of her radiaton a few summers ago...  We share a small order...  Our supper menu is a thin crust pizza from Pizza Hut with black olives and Italian sausage...  That is my particular poison, set long ago with a dear friend from my very first year of teaching....

Now the rain has really decided to bless the land.  Farmers love the rain ( usually ) ...  Candles are lit, the fireplace is glowing, and a little snooze in honor of the Presidents sounds just perfect...