Up, sure...

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But... what time did I go to bed?  15:30, at a guess.  I was up slightly after 1:00... five... ten... minutes after.  About that.  An hour and change later, here I sit.  I was looking over some of the posts someone viewed.  How many viewers are there?  One?  Two?  And... a bunch of... hired viewers?  From somewhere?  I wonder how much it costs per "click"?  Or... maybe that can be automated these days?  *grins*

I don't mind the vagaries of life.

Something arrived, a recent order, in the post.  On my way out I picked up the mail.  A tub of "gooder" lard, and a package of pickled pork hocks.  Oh, I used to love those.  But, they were said to be bad for the health.  Back then I sort of believed doctors.  But, I still had them, from time to time.  Now?  I know better.  They are an excellent keto, even carnivore, snack.  But even viable small meal options.  All on their lonesome.

Decent in protein and fat, no carbs, packed in vinegar?  Absolutely delicious with beer, when... beer didn't admit it was queer.  Strangely?  My beer replacement goes very well with it, carbonated water.

For having such a weak stomach to food, I can eat these with ease.  Going to have to watch myself.  Then again, three small parts quite fill me.  I had some before bed, and after.  But, mostly, I will only be eating these every third or fourth day.  Good to have something that tastes good.  The sandwich wasn't good, today... mostly.  Just needed.  Though breakfast was pretty good.  Just, next time, for breakfast, I'll go with scrambled eggs, but minus the biscuit.  With sausage and bacon.  The eggs tasted fresh, and the oil didn't taste rancid.  So... yeah.  For a type of fast food, it was honestly pretty good.

Someone is responding.  Never sure if it's mockery, sympathy, empathy, humor, or... what.  But... it... is what it is.

A few?  Okay.