There is that.

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When did I wake?  I know I looked.  Memory refuses to serve.  I will, considering the givens, call it 6:00 or before by no more than fifteen.  The bed was made, roughly if immediately.  It sure seemed cold this morning.  Wool socks as soon as a pair could be found.  Then to the kitchen.  Sunflower seeds were rinsed, well to clear, drained, then set to dry.  Sourdoughs were fed.  I had to grind more wheat, more spelt soon.  Everything was washed or cleaned along the way.  Amazing how much mess just a few simple chores can produce, if that may just be me, my very nature?

Dratted thing is I did all of that before properly waking.  Which means... I have no clue what to do next.  I even cleaned the litter boxes.  Hmm?  Yeah.  Still so tired.  I could see about the laundry, and start another load.  I am not sure I am ready for breakfast.  Still, there is the egg casserole.  It came out just so.  All I need.  Perhaps a toss of sprouts.  Just for crunch.

Done and done.  Is it nap time?  Bah!  It's not even 7:00 yet.  As I rest I will ponder.  Not quite ready to hit the kitchen.  Later.
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Ah-ha!  Not for now, maybe not today, but soon.  No, not in English, but with more than sufficient sub-... super-titles.  The holdoff?  Beside gravity and my butt?  Walnuts.  I want half the thing to be nutty.