Pam and I had breakfast together this morning. It almost never happens. But today, she has an all-day meeting at Huntington College, right next to where I work, so we rode in together. She's a member of PACE--the President's Advisory Council on Excellence. They meet twice a year, and the spring meeting always occurs at a highly-inconvenient time for accountants--just before April 15. So she's taking today off, despite a huge stack of tax return crying out for her attention.

For the past several weeks, we've both been heading off to work--she to the east, me to the west--at around 6 a.m. But since her meeting didn't start until 9:00, we both slept in (our cats were very confused), and then went to Sara's Family Restaurant for breakfast. Breakfast is my favorite meal, but I rarely eat it. And it's even more rare for me to eat breakfast, out, with my wife. So today was a nice treat.

I'm sure there's a point here. Some people talk until they think of something to say. I've been typing, hoping for a wonderful Christian illustration or spiritual application to invade my brain cavity. But it doesn't look like that's gonna happen.

So, suffice it to say: I had breakfast this morning with my wife, and I greatly enjoyed it. Period.