Breakfast this morning matched the quality of Father’s Day this year. Last night, Bob cooked his own dinner because I was too hot to care about food. Today, I cooked him some really ugly oats. Inedible, I’ve been banned from the kitchen this morning and am being “forced” to go to work. Bob says it’s a better place for me. I don’t know, he probably could have picked off a few good bites of oats from the burned bottom of the pan.