Up and almost shiny.

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Like a shiny coin, the only one happy might be the owner... if they like shiny things.  Huh?  Well, a shiny coin is shiny because it has just freshly been torn from it's bed, boiled, pressed with massive power, then drop-shipped into circulation.  Probably not a fun process, even for a metal.  First, I did say almost.  Second, I think, even for it, I am pretty good this morning.  I didn't get to sleep until about 0:30 (half past midnight).  I woke right about 9:30... that is alarm time, which is half past fast.  Which doesn't matter in one sense, as it is as wrong on one end as the other.  So, nine hours down.  Not bad for what I did yesterday.

I've been through the kitchen at least twice this morning.  I didn't have my wits about me, not enough to review things on the ground, literally and virtually, out there.  I know I was a bit miffed that getting everything down to the basement hadn't seemed to really make a dent on the bulk taking up floor space in the kitchen.  I do need to re-evaluate.  You know how that last thoughts of the night can be of a inordinately disappointing nature?  Something about being tired, the mind beginning to shut down for the night, and other such, which just don't allow cheery, or even sometimes fair, thoughts.  Yeah.  Still, it might hold.  I just won't be as disappointed about it, at the least.

Probably just a few boxes, and packing material, that should be easy to manage.  Maybe a box of stuff that should have gone down but wasn't seen clearly as such in the waning of the day.  Nothing as bad as it seems when one expects the North West Passage and only finds a bay with a short river run.  And yet that short river run might be better for setting up a starter colony, though certainly a good place to know, so as to shelter a small fleet should a terrible storm draw near.  Oh, right... Never mind.

Breakfast, though, first thing.  At least first thing after I can do first things.  Then, perhaps, that shower.  When going to bed, priorities are what they are.  Sleeping on things rearranges those.  Not absolutely, or always.  Just... food for a hungry morning ogre means more than it did to a full evening ogre.  Eggs and liverwurst...  If the bread is still good.  I was thinking of toasting the bread though, so it can be a wee dry.  An odd mix, but mayhap a good one.  And certainly good for you.  Liver is a wonderfood all itself... in proper portions.  Now, processed liver?  I'll stick with the Germans on this one.  Hmm... onion on it would be good too.  Plus, no modern will ask for a bite of your sandwich.  :)

Later.