The plan was set. I’d get up at 6, mosey downstairs, fix a cup of coffee and warm up a fresh sticky bun to enjoy while I watched the silliness that is Groundhog Day in Punxsutawney. Thank goodness for PCN!
It was more like 6:20 when I made it to the kitchen and remembered that the sticky bun idea would have to be scrapped because there were no sticky buns. I’ll have a bagel, I decided, but there were no bagels either. An English muffin will have to do, with peanut butter if you please. Soon the aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen and my warm English muffin had been slathered with peanut butter.