Wow.

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Weird.  I didn't get to bed until 02:00?  Later, but how much I can't remember.  I got tucked in, and slept like a champ.  Warm, soft, comfortable, deep?  It... was a wonderful sleep.  Then, I woke around 05:30, and... I am awake.

I don't hurt, I'm not too hot or too cold.  I am not exhausted, if I am not full of pep either, exactly.  Just... ready for the day?  I guess so.  Very strange.  Friday, right?  I didn't sleep and extra day in there?  Nope, it's... Friday.  Very strange.

But, that's fine.  I'll have a coffee, before long.  Maybe make a few eggs, perhaps with corned beef hash?  Bacon?  Something.  I am just with a touch of hunger.  The hunger I went to bed with.  Not gnawing, just there.  Food more sounds good, than is beckoning, or commanding to be fed.  I could go all day with this sort of hunger, only tending it should I have the energy, or will.  No... terrible need, even with the growling stomach.

I... actually like having a growling stomach.  Especially if I am not going to do much.  The body is such a splendid and odd thing.  Mine is overweight, knows it.  Can't work hard enough, often enough, to push weight off.  But, I can let it go a bit without.  Metabolism is just too slow, even when I can work.

Well... up.  For the day?  For a while?  I just don't know.  Later.