After two high-minded posts about opera and musical theater, I'm reduced to posting about the egg I had for breakfast this morning. That's what happens when Shana is out of town, the dog gets me up at 5:40, and I know the kids will sleep until at least 10:30.
This was a special egg. One of the neighbor's chickens laid it Thursday night or Friday morning - and it was huge!
When I cracked it open - Two yolks. Hope that's a sign of good luck for the rest of the day.