My body says "Get out of warm bed and go pee" whenever it feels like it. Then my body said "You need midnight snack," which this morning was coffee and raspberry danish, followed by leftover vegetable beef soup and lemonade.
Earlier, while watching the Don and Mud show on MLBTV, I had eaten less than half of the bowl of the soup when my son stuck his head into my room warning me not to eat, because he had been to the grocery store and returned with 2 steaks, 4 baking potatoes, a container of sour cream, a packet of chives, and a frozen bowl of lobster bisque. He had been inspired by my telling him of a phantom order from the local Roth's Chris restaurant, consisting of an appetizer of seared ahi slices. a bowl of lobster bisque, a "petit filet" with shrimp, and side orders of a baked potato (butter, sour cream, chives, and bacon bits) and creamed spinach ($129, plus tax and whatever other charges are expected on a Ruth's Chris takeout order -- does one tip in that situation? how much? to whom?). He was not inspired enough to get some ahi slices to sear or any creamed spinach, and the lobster bisque is still frozen. By the time I got up to ask what I could do to help, he had the steaks going in the sous vide cooker and the potatoes wrapped in foil baking away in the toaster oven. My contribution was to overcook a couple of bacon slices to be crumbled into bits.