Sunday breakfast (1:34 p.m. PDT)

I had intended to make blueberry scones today.

Instead, I slept in someone else’s bed. When I got home around 8:30 a.m., I planned to make coffee and finish Pride and Prejudice. But that didn’t happen … I just went back to sleep.

So, good morning. I’m having breakfast.

Doesn’t it look lovely? A ricotta tart from the Ballard Market with fresh blueberries from Top Banana and hot Victrola coffee that I even made myself!

They tell me Sundays are for Lovers. (I think it’s true – I wish I had a t-shirt that said so.) But this Sunday I am all by myself.

I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. Writing has felt like a bit of a chore, but instead of taking an actual break, I just felt guilty for not doing it. Bad move on my part.

There’s much to write about: Jane Austen, the sexiness of manners, a successful afternoon of roasting salmon with olive oil and fresh thyme.

I’m going to go write. You go enjoy your Sunday (with or without a lover.) We’ll rendezvous back here on Wednesday.