Champions of Breakfast triptych.
Per that toot the other day, the eggs are not amused, though—bad jokes about preservatives and perseverance aside—I am actually quite curious how things hold up with puncture wounds.
There’s a temporary lady doing books whose desk view just let her watch me eat breakfast. I’m sure she is internally horrified. I eat unamused eggs at my desk after I’ve taken enough data to earn them. Sometimes that is closer to lunchtime. It’s what I do. Judge away!
Anyhow, Fridge Team Delta is go. By which I mean done. I think I have quelled the completion anxieties for this week. No more scrimshaw. For now.