I like a breakfast streak. I prefer not to say rut. Rut implies that one is stuck in something, too lazy or uninterested to find a different path, skating along blithely in a space created by your own inertia. But a streak is a good thing. It's no thinking, all eating. Being able to just get up and assemble something nearly by rote while still groggy is a little bit of self-care. Streak implies winning. Or nudity. Either way, rut: negative, streak: positive.