You take your potatoes from last night’s dinner, see, and cut them a bit smaller while the onion is going all golden in the olive oil (smell that; mmmmm). You put the potatoes in with the onions and step out to the garden for a little sprig of rosemary.
Snip some of it the rosemary into them the potatoes and onions. Continue to cook, tossing them around in the pan to brown evenly and making sure to sniff appreciatively. (Rosemary especially likes to be told it smells nice.) Put a couple of slices of the rosemary bread your local market does so well in the toaster oven, and put your plate on top so it’ll be warm when you puts your breakfast on it.
Once the toast is done and the plate is warm, put the potatoes on it and slide it into the toaster oven while you gently scramble some eggs with finely chopped ham and some grated sharp cheddar. Not too done, you want some moisture in those eggs.
Assemble the whole thing on that warm plate and sit down by the window with a fresh cup of coffee and the book you’ve been reading (Patrick O’Brian in this instance). Enjoy. Feel grateful while avoiding smugness or complacency. Then go get some shit done.