That didn't stop me from rolling back over in an attempt to sleep past 0830. I managed 0900 with my cat padding at my ears and stepping on that soft spot below my Adam's apple. Who teaches cats that shit? How do they know how to f#ck with you so easily?
Anyway. It's not warm out. It's a false sense with that clear sky and shining Sun. Nice weather is coming tho. I can tell. The Mutual of Omaha building no longer blocks the sun from coming in thru my kitchen door for a short period in the morning before it reemerges on the other side. It's passing over the top of it, getting higher in the sky as the earth comes back into that warmer axis. Sweet.
A beer mug filled with black coffee and oatmeal for breakfast here. I wanna hear other people's oatmeal love affairs. Here's my consistency today:
Mixed dried fruit. (If you add it when the water is still boiling towards the end, the fruit plumps back up!)
Pecans -- Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
All together now. Stir that shit. Consume.
Random Pimping: So my brother is a Chef and he has recently started a blog telling of his endeavors and he even shares recipes on it. My fat belly can concur that it's all really good-- the coleslaw could get you chicks if you weren't wearing that helmet. Get a chance, get a coffee, get over to Panda Ass Culinary Project. He's just getting into it, but he's entertaining and may even be down to give you free food if you follow his blog. (I am making this up on the spot, but it's in the cards.) Let's get him to get off his butt and write more. He rode to work before they'd make him go get 175 pounds of potatoes during his work day. Damn the man!