A pretty good morning.

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A more complete meal yesterday.  Had to use pasta, but made a beef gravy sort of sauce.  No flour, just cream cheese, butter, and raw cream, with the burger.  Spiced with Italian sorts of seasonings.  No heat added.  I would have purchased and used those zero, or miracle, noodles, but money is shy.  No, I really don't like them.  That, I finally decided, can't matter.  Perhaps using up the regular pasta will... leave me with no choice.  It feels right to use rather than just toss food though.  They really are starving.

What is strange?  The noodle really does make a difference with the sauce.  I can't enjoy a white sauce on spaghetti, nor a tomato sauce on most other noodles.  Oh, well, my mother can make a wonderful tomato goulash  (first and second use, noodles get mushy in leftovers after), and others can do something with flats of pasta and tomato.  I can't get those to work... for me.

I was awake late enough to open up for the quackers this morning.  A cup of food was added, water looked good.  The front yard was watered last night, side yard might get hit tonight.  As well, driving lessons tonight.  A shower, shave, and getting dressed official like shortly.  I'll be ready.  Sleep was just right, and needed.  Later.