Analogue Mornings in a Digital World

Can you keep a secret? Lately I have developed a certain liking for Sunday mornings. I love the ritual of drinking coffee and reading the newspapers and magazines on Sunday mornings. A record is usually on, there is the joint division of everyone in their own reading.
In this idyllic setting I love to observe the contrasts. The coffee usually Turkish boiled in gjezve and not the ubiquitous Italian Moka. Sometimes there are some biscuits or something else to nibble on, usually a plain apple, orange or some seasonal fruit as opposed to the fancy avocado or mango, not typical for the Balkans. The biscuits are variations of childhood favourites. Today it's toasties, no not the ones with cheese, these are more like waffles, easy peasy to make and so reminiscent of our childhoods in the late eighties and early nineties. The music doesn't come from the Bluetooth speaker, no, it comes from the gramophone. It's an old vinyl record. This whole analogue morning comes as a sharp contrast to the articles or whatever is being read with the coffee. All the reading material is digital. Don't get me wrong, I am a fan of the digital age. Yet, sometimes I do need a slight detox and a reminder that analogue is just as colourful and inspiring. As I grab one more biscuit I realize that I've gone overboard overthinking and analysing. I bite into the baked concoction of  250g flour, tiny bit of backing powder, a finger worth of oil, a quarter of a cup of milk, 3 spoons of sugar mixed with 2 eggs and all this baked on the toaster in tiny spoonfuls.
Sunday mornings are meant to be easy, analogue or digital.