There's nothing better than the Sunday morning I've had today, with my dog and Chris.
We watched Sunday Morning in bed with the dog. When we were able to bare the cold, we crawled out of bed, and Chris retrieved our New York Times from the yard in sub-zero temperatures, while I prepared breakfast. French Toast, eggs and fresh strawberries. Chris ate all three, I stuck to the French Toast, and Quinn only had the eggs.
It's simple, I guess, but there's nothing I enjoy more in the world than this time, reading and discussing the Times, and listening to our favorite radio program, Breakfast with the Beatles.
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