Once again, Morning has broken. There are pieces of it all over our kitchen floor.

Maybe if Morning didn’t arrive every flipping day with all that fanfare (sunrise, and other stuff I can’t think of right now), it wouldn’t be so prone to breaking every day.

Now, we’re mourning for morning - until it can do a Humpty Dumpty, pick up all its pieces, and put itself together again.

Until then, we will console ourselves with caffeine, and The Game Show network…

Chow for now!!