There were fried potatoes left from yesterday's breakfast, which Brian made. I like Jimmy Dean's turkey breakfast links, only breakfast sausage I'll eat (they aren't greasy and slick in my mouth). I'll take three of them, slice them up, cook them and add eggs and cheese for a scramble. This morning, I added in the potatoes before the eggs. Then I add cheese and when everything is done, I add more cheese to the top and put a lid on it so the cheese melts.
One of the most frustrating things about the aging process is my eyes. I need reading glasses for everything. Even when I eat, glasses help. I'm okay with the far sighted thing, but this near sighted thing really annoys me. We have reading glasses all over the house. Office, family room, kitchen, hanging on the wall in the hallway. This morning I had the kitchen glasses on and as the cooking progressed, I set the glasses somewhere and couldn't find them. I ended up getting a pair from the family room. Breakfast was ready, I called Brian to come eat.
He walks in to the kitchen, I'm dishing up food and I say "I don't know where I put the kitchen glasses, I just had them and I have no idea where I set them down". He said "you mean the pair on your head?"
Seriously? I took the ones off of my face and touched my head. Sure enough. There they were.
It really happens. I thought it was just an old people joke, a cliche.