Didn't have all that much in the fridge, so I improvised.
Country sausage patty on toasted rye bread, topped with skillet-roasted diced poblano pepper, thin-sliced radish and Swiss cheese: O.M.G! It didn't need anything else, just juice (cranberry, my fave, with V8 a close second) and good coffee* to wash it down.
Now, if only the Ibuprofen will kick in, I can maybe get something done.
* It's a sad commentary on the the various vendobots at work and the swill served up at all but the very best eateries that I feel compelled to specify good coffee.