Pancakes, coffee, and regicide
I made a five-mile high stack of pancakes that, despite its height, was only three pancakes tall.
I do love peanut butter on pancakes but I wouldn't mind something a tiny bit sweet, at this point, either.
I made this for lunch/brunch after church this morning, and had the eggs out to cook up once the pan was free, but after looking at this enormous stack, I thought, who am I kidding, and put the eggs away. I slowly ate through a lot of the stack at my desk, where I worked on finishing an English paper about Shakespeare's Richard II and *Henry IV, Part 1", so I was savoring the pancakes while meditating on what Richard's murder meant for England. I didn't actually finish everything on the plate until almost 7:30pm. It was a lot of food. I finished the essay itself an hour and a half later.
I've gotten in the bad-ish habit of having coffee quite late in the afternoon to keep myself working on sometimes-boring papers through what for me are always the sleepiest parts of the day. I usually get a second wind anyway by 5 or 6, but with coffee, that second wind comes with vengeance. Though mysteriously it hasn't seemed to impede my falling asleep too badly, most nights. This paper was the last sloggish thing left this semester so I think I can cut the afternoon coffee. But maybe I'll wait till my last last last project is finished on Thurs. Coffee is so delicious, it's been nice to have an excuse to drink it more. But there's no grace in gobbling down something that's not really helping me... it's gotta end eventually.