I was laying in bed this morning, thinking about how much I hate mornings. I really do! I have a heal spur on one foot, and plantar fasciitis in both feet, so just getting out of bed and walking is EXTREMELY painful. Then DH wants his breakfast right now. Of course it's got to be a big breakfast, bacon eggs, potatoes or waffles or something. The only good thing, about mornings, is that I get to collect eggs. So I was playing the poor pitty me game this morning, when I got up and saw that Silkilovers coop burned down. and DH walks in with breakfast. Sometimes it just helps to have things put into perspective. I guess it's not so bad after all.