First act of the day was de-icing the driveway and scrapping the ice off of the grass so that Mr. Vincent could go potty. The splitting of the ice beneath his paws and his unsteady gait as he made his way further down the street to do his other business -he's too proper to soil his own front lawn- I found to be endearing and wanted to keep walking with him for much longer than he would allow. For a dog that drinks anything in liquid form (aside from scotch which he absolutely detests; Lagavulin being most offensive) he sure does not enjoy being precipitated upon.
After the nice workout and semi-adrenaline rush I got from shoveling, it was off to the kitchen to perfect breakfast. Perfecting breakfast in my house means making the same egg dish over and over until presentation and taste are up to par. Thankfully, in Brian I have an obliging food tester, and why not, the end result always weighs in his favor.
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