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I don't know about you but I am so much of a habitual morning person. I'm not grouchy or mean but I am a little foggy in the morning and my morning ritual is how I navigate without forgetting something. It goes something like this:
- I go straight to the kitchen, lately with Nolan holding my hand (kind like a guide for the blind), turn on the espresso machine, and grind my coffee.
- I then start on Nolan's Breakfast of which he is very opinionated about. The conversation goes like this: "Toast?"
"No no."
"Cereal?"
"No no. Chips?"
"No, no. Granola bar?"
"Anla bar!" Followed by a small dance. - Once he is situated, I start on my toast and latte. Two pieces of bread with real butter, and depending on how I feel that day, with or without honey and cinnamon sugar.
- My latte has one tea spoon of sugar in it, steamed milk, and of course espresso.
- I grab my plate and latte and join Nolan at the table.
To make sure that I continue on this fast I need to find a replacement for my warm Joe, and I think I have but I'll let you know if it works before I give the inside scoop. Let's just say that it rhymes with Sea.
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