This morning, after yoga, I performed a bit of magic I have done with some success in the past: I called upon the spirits of the dinosaurs to bring me strength to get through the day, as I prepared the unfertilized eggs of their remote relation for breakfast.

But I had done badly at the important step of "cleaning the skillet". And compounded this by leaving it to warm up a little too long. So when I poured olive oil on, it caught on fire.

Perhaps my summoning of their strength was a bit too powerful. Or perhaps I just got the Comet instead.

I am perfectly safe, nothing was harmed. Except my eggs, which are a smelly mess full of lingering Idontknow that are now in the disposal.

I think I'm going to Morsel for breakfast.