Friends, come on without unnecessary enthusiasm. We are a cheerful and energetic people, some already at 6:00 a.m. stretching the mat, while the neighbors are still tossing and turning in bed and wrapping themselves in the blanket.
But here's the catch: even the most cheerful and "right" mornings can turn out to be... To put it mildly, not particularly useful. More precisely, harmful. Especially for dishes. So harmful that even fried eggs with bacon seem innocent in comparison.
I once attended a conference on gerontology. A doctor, about 60 years old, dry, tight, with such a look as if he could tell from a meter how much you have left, said something that stuck in my mind:
"It's not the years that age ages, but every morning. People kill their vessels as soon as they wake up, and they do so with such passion as if they were enjoying themselves."
At first I thought:
