I sit down to breakfast, mug of tea on hand, bowl of oatmeal ready, laptop done with, the newspapers to read.
I decide to light the nice red candle to the left of my placemat. Make it a nice breakfast atmosphere just for me.
While eating my oatmeal I read the newspaper, and then slowly notice something.
The open page of the paper is right over the candle, and is slowly starting to burn. Fortunately that was all. Could I blame it all on the night before???
It was that glorious full moon AND the eclipse. I say that's what it was and stick to that story, but I don't burn candles at the breakfast table any more.
