Can I pout yet?

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Planning to sleeping, even with the best intention, can, did, mean nothing.  I couldn't sleep.  To warm.  No.  Hungry?  Yes but not that hungry.  I gave up and grilled a cornish game hen.  I think I'll get six more of those... a great light meal for a giant sort, ogre perhaps.  Add a potato and veggies and it works as a feast.  They are either 20 or 24 ounces, if after considered, if not qualified quantitative, analysis, I'd guess a third of the relevance of the bird is bone or otherwise inedible.  Still, a joyous little meal.

I've continued to work on dishes and laundry.  It is time for bed though.  I did get bills paid already.  All on time, in plenty of time.  I need to get those automated.  Yeah.  But sleep, now.  Good night, morning, and day.  I'd better shut it all up first.

Oh, a little ditty that... well...  I had to grin.