I don’t like eggs. I just don’t, although I can eat them. I don’t hate them. A fried egg on bread, perhaps with some roasted onion and chili sauce, sure. But a boiled one is just boring. Perhaps a little less boring if someone have painted it, but still boring.

Still, Easter is here and I’m taking some time off. Not to celebrate it, but to be with friends and family and contemplate myself. Perhaps not that last part.

I will have scotch though. Whisky for us real people.

See you next week. Happy Easter!