My boredom is even extending to my eating habits. This morning when I came downstairs and started to think about breakfast, I surveyed the pantry: muffins, oatmeal, toast, or cereal. The same choices I've had every day this week. (YAWN!). Then I opened the refrigerator and saw the big bowl of Tuscan Bean and Kale soup from last night's dinner. Would it be completely crazy if I had some for breakfast?
Afterwards I felt great. The weird meal was enough to change my attitude for the whole day. Work was wonderful. The gloom didn't get to me, and I was able to smile at the dusting of snow that fell during the afternoon. It was still bone-chillingly cold, but I enjoyed my after work errands. When I got home I was able to complete several projects and cross them off my list.
Tonight, since I'd already eaten dinner once, I decided to serve breakfast at the evening meal. I fried eggs, heated waffles in the toaster, and mixed together some yogurt sauce to serve on top of blueberries. Why not?