It's maybe the second or third stretch of actually cold weather in St. Louis. This morning was the first time that we've had actual snow on the ground this season, and as someone who hates traveling in winter weather, I'm happy to sit here, looking out the window, having both a cup of hot coffee and nowhere to be.

It helps, too, that there's breakfast.

Scrambled eggs, cherry tomatoes sautéed in olive oil, a couple slices of toasted rye bread, lightly buttered and salted.

Now, I have the space heater going next to me, a belly full of breakfast, freshly ground, piping hot coffee, and a playlist of podcasts to plow through. All from the comfort of my desk, looking out on the dusting of snow, as one of the neighbors across the way stands bundled up in black, smoking a cigarette and alternately blowing streams of smoke and breath into the chilly air.

Happy Sunday.