Breakfast the One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth

I entirely forgot to photograph my breakfast this morning, but here's the empty bowl that was
still on my desk, and a half-drunk cup of tea: I had doppelganger shreddies with strawberries.

This evening I was asked to be Godmother to the world's sweetest baby girl. I'm thrilled, thrilled, thrilled. And looking forward to spoiling her completely rotten. She's entirely perfect. I'm feeling tickled pink and very lucky.