Breakfasts are hard

I have somehow survived an entire long weekend without reading. Not surprisingly, it has been an extraordinarily productive 3 days. The hardest times are breakfast and bedtime. Breakfast is such a civilised time to read; it's a slow wake-up, a long pause between sleep and the day kicking off. Perfect for the weekend supplements, for fluffy articles on social trends and voyeuristic case studies, book reviews and movies; Good Weekend, Sydney's Child, Organic Gardener, the Monthly, InsideOut. Breakfast is strictly for glossy stock. On Saturday I like to read Spectrum and rip out reviews and ads for things I'd like to think we'll do. Every now and them I'll clip an article and stick it into a giant blank book I've had for a decade or more; when I go back to it now the articles track a predictable life story like surfing a beige middle-class zeitgeist; travel, pregnancy, parenting, property, more parenting.