I may have overeaten.

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Oh, but it was delicious.  I haven't had a good real whole full breakfast in a very long time.  The eggs where slightly overdone, but not badly.  There was still some runny yoke.  The sausages are as perfect as I have ever had.  And the toast was just right.  Fatted coffee and a glass of milk as well.  I suppose a small dose of fresh fruit would have been the topper.  But... I won't complain.

It isn't even that I ate a lot.  It's that I haven't eaten a whole, good, full, meal, in a while.  Two to three small pieces of chicken, or a fatted coffee, or a portion of grapes.  Between lack of hunger and inability to digest food, or cook, or... too busy, too tired, too ill... it's been a no-go.  So, yea, it was a treat.  But I am beginning to crash.  My body is hung up on dealing with that food.  Not a sugar crash, at least.  Just... the digestive tract of a dragon.  Like a snake, but with legs and wings.  *wink*

I did get the recycling to the outside barrel, but with two very small, partial, bags, I didn't bother taking it to the curb.  Remember, energy is scant.  I was hoping to save up to work.  Which... I don't think so.  Plus, it's cloudy, which isn't helping.  Ugh.  I'll... do what I can, when I can.  No extra dishes done, no laundry.  I will put the sausages up, deal with a casserole and pickling eggs later.

Still, not bad.  I think the food, in time, will help more than it has hurt.  I need food to work, even if it takes downtime to digest.  And, later, I'll have egg casserole, if nothing else gets done.  That should last a week or so.  Especially if I get the burger cooked, so to make taco salad and... else.  Food is a fundamental.  Batch is the only way, though, if I want a chance at work.  Can only do just so much.  Later.