I’m not usually a pancake person. Given the choice, I go for waffles every time (much to my dad’s annoyance, as he is emphatically a pancake person, but I always get downstairs first on the weekend, so I get to pick). Today though, I overslept, and when I got downstairs there were pancakes sizzling away on the griddle. I may have to reconsider my position, because those were some mighty fine pancakes, and after topping them with warm peaches they were powerfuly delicious. Now I have to read the paper, hit the gym, study, and make goat chili for tonight. It’s a beautiful, crisp, sunny day, and life is looking good.