I hate time change.
I didn't feel like cooking. Neither of us really felt like eating. I fried up a mish mash of eggs, diced ham, diced potatoes, chopped shallot, bacon pieces. Asked Himself if he wanted any cheese. He said "sure, let's kill off the entire heart muscle". It was only two finger-pinches of shredded cheddar.
Did I mention that I hate time change?
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