Already up and at it for an hour.

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Woke at 7:30, went to sleep at about 20:30.  A long sleep.  Given health and level of activity, plus that after a sunny day we are back to darkness?  Fine.  Of course, messing with kefirs, then feeding sourdoughs, messing with the bread dough and getting the dutch oven ready to go.  It is all started.  Then, without thinking, I cooked the oatmeal.  I just won't have a slice of fresh bread with it.  Oh, and sprouts were watered, drained, and set to catch what sun is available.  The sunflower seeds have sprouted.  They are okay, if I am hoping for more?  Might dehydrate some, some salted some not.

As to timing the bread, I am winging it.  I have some rough expectations, a set of for altitude, a slight adjustment in mind for such a wet dough, if the truth is I'll be engineering it.  I'll give it a rough minimum to just bake, then check every five or ten, deciding when to remove the lid.  I doubt if there will be an exact time, probably ever.  Less so until I decide on a precise recipe(s) and get good at following.

I love the oatmeal done this way.  It doesn't just sit there in the pit of my stomach like a brick.  It mingles well, spends just enough time to not become a bother, then moves on.  If I am going to eat such food, which I am, then I'll do it as right as possible.  Though the real truth?  Eating the old ways is just a hobby.  I'm not a believer.  Nor, completely, a disbeliever.  At my health it actually doesn't matter, mostly.

I've been doing a lot of talking in my sleep.  Laughing too.  It is weird to startle awake because of the proximity of a voice while still finishing a sentence out of my own mouth, or still laughing about God only knows.  At least it isn't a fright.  Oddly, I don't recognize the voice, even while waking to it... well, it is familiar.  I just don't know who it is, was, or will be?  Yeah.  Kewl.  None of my affair.  Good for chuckling when I wake.

Later.