breakfast, the most important meal of the day

It's always a bit of a challenge gathering my brain back together after having been away a few days. I went to make oatmeal for breakfast, and had to pull all of my oatmeal set-ups for the week out of the cupboard to determine if there was still one with oatmeal in it. I usually just dump the dry ingredients into a pan to cook I don't usually wash the glass jars in between uses.

( went on a trip and that spawned a boring discussion of oatmeal )

And also, while I was in Rockland, I happened to run into my cousin's kids. He's as handsome and charming and musically talented as the men of my family tend to be. He's also at that stage of his life where he's young, has left home and is couch surfing. I think he's trying to live off his music. Consequently, his figure is a shadow of what it ought to be. I'm debating if I ought to send a text to his grandmother (my aunt) and suggest she invite him up for a visit. She lives only about a half-hour drive from him. I'm sure she'd be happy to feed him up a little.

treadmill

3 miles, at 3mph gives me 222 calories. I'm OCD enough to like numbers that feel somewhat symmetrical.
(It also leaves me with twanging muscles in my calves, similar to when I get leg cramps at night.)

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Yay, I found my official government pen just before throwing those uniform trousers in the wash! (It probably would have come through the wash fine, of course.)

ETA: took out the extra link and needed to add - but I did NOT find my pocket work journal with all my work passwords in it until after my trousers came out of the wash. *sad trombone* (It does seem to have come through only a little blurry.)