First, here's Marty's breakfast. He eats basically the same thing every morning: apple juice, frosted mini-wheats, and a cinnamon swirl bagel. Sometimes it's a different cereal, but this is his favorite.

Marty is nothing if not a creature of habit. I like this in him. I think it's wonderful when you know exactly what someone wants, and not just for breakfast, because then you know you can make them happy. That may sound silly, but having what you want for breakfast is, I think, essential to happiness. Plus I always know exactly what to buy at the grocery store.

As you can see from this picture, Marty is left-handed and he likes to read Aviation Week and Space Technology at the breakfast table (as do I).

Marty usually comes downstairs first because he has the longest drive to work. Sometimes I'm just getting out of the shower when he finishes breakfast, but today I was up a little earlier than usual and managed to catch him at the table.

Here's my breakfast: orange juice and toast. I love orange juice and always drink that, unless we're out. I have recently started drinking the kind with calcium added to try to ward off osteoporosis and other bad stuff. On my plate I have cheese toast made with whole grain bread and cinnamon toast made with white bread. This is one of my favorite breakfasts.

Unlike Marty, I like to have something different for breakfast almost every day. Just one of the ways we're different. I rotate between toast, waffles, cereal, pop tarts, and bananas. I am the queen of carbohydrates.

I don't like to be rushed in the morning, and I always eat breakfast. For me, it's a time to just be quiet and not think too much. I am the kind of person who finds morning to be the most peaceful time of the day. As the day goes on I tend to get stressed and anxious. Morning is a good time.

Yum yum! Here's Ziggy's breakfast! Ziggy takes after Marty and eats the same thing every morning. In his case it's Purina Cat Chow and a bowl of fresh water. My cat only eats dry food, and he seems to like it very much. He also has great teeth and very inoffensive breath. Plus we don't have that bad litterbox problem that you tend to get with canned food. Can you tell I am a big proponent of the crunchy stuff?

Ziggy usually has food in his bowl no matter what time of day, but he gets fed in the morning when we come downstairs. Even though he always has food left over, he likes to jump right in and get the new stuff. Maybe it's a little crunchier when it comes out of the bag.

So that's the breakfast report. Here are a couple of bonus morning pictures.

Left: Can you guess what Marty's saying? It was something like, "Get used to it, buddy. That digital camera is about to become a big part of our lives." He's probably right.

Right: These are some of those wonderful tomatoes our neighbor gave us. Funny how well they match my lovely red/orange countertop, huh? The rooster alarm clock was a present from Eunice, and my stepmother sent me the little ceramic pigs with the ladybugs on them.

And finally, here's my view as I drive to work. Breakfast is over and the day has begun!

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