My poor beloved alarm clock.

The alarm clock on which I first heard Michael Jackson’s Thriller is dying a slow death. This poor little alarm clock has woken me up for almost 20 years has become unreliable. A few months ago, I noticed that sometimes when I turned on the radio, it would come on very softly even though the volume was turned up. Today, we overslept because even though the alarm was set for 6 am, the alarm turned on at 7. Ah, time to look for a new beloved clock-radio.


Egg McMuffin that Jeremy has made for Vince 2 days in a row. Notice the almost McDonald-like circular-ness of the egg. Quite an accomplishment, I must say. Vince only eats the sausage though.