Cake for Breakfast

This is a rare week off for me, an experiment in laziness. Should I write this post first thing in the morning?  No, I should read more about Eleanor Roosevelt from the new biography Eleanor, a Christmas gift, one of several fabulous books I received that I can't wait to peruse.

Then I should have a piece of cake for breakfast, the amount of sweets in the house being so prodigious that I'm reduced to eating them throughout the day. It's Red Velvet Cake, though more like Purple Velvet due to the fact that I didn't have two ounces of red food coloring when I made it, and it's tad dry since I once again forgot to use the timer.

Then I should take a walk, a longer one than usual (see above, re. cake) — but, of course, I must wait for the cake to settle, which means ... this is the perfect time to write a post.