Breakfast of champions, if the contest is premature aging. I’m two pills away from one of those days of the week pill sorter things. Thankfully they’re all just vitamins and minerals. Vitamins D and B, Omega-3, and ferrous gluconate, which is fancy speak for iron. The D is because I live in Canada and the sun and its recipe of warmth and essential fat-soluble secosteroids are but a distant tease, B and Omega-3 because I occasionally lose my shit and get the sads, and iron because I’ve needed it since I was 15. My blood isn’t quite as metallic as it should be.
That’s Life cereal because if Mikey likes it, it MUST be good, in a bowl I’ve been eating cereal and ice cream out of for the last 20 years. It it an ugly, peeling turquoise plastic thing, of which there are 7 more the same, but it is incomparable by way of size and fitability into my giant hands. It is, and they are, literally the perfect cereal bowl. And oj. Because I may be old, but I don’t do coffee. Oh, and this way I don’t need another pill to get the vitamin C.