Meanwhile, I've been taking it slow as well. Slept in a bit, took a late shower, and decided we were between breakfast and lunch, so I'd make breakfast for lunch. So, while Deanne continued to sleep, I whomped up a huge mess of bacon and eggs and toast. I took her a plateful and asked what else she wanted. She replied, to my stupefaction, that she's doing a twelve-hour fast, as she does regularly (news to me). She didn't want to eat before noon.
Well, okay. That left me with an enormous amount of bacon and eggs to eat for my brunch. Beat me up.
