Up early again, enjoying a not-quite-Full-Bobbi breakfast[1] ahead of a ten-hour day[2]: a small steak, a couple slices of pepper bacon[3], home fries (with scallions!)[4], a fried egg, V-8 juice and coffee. Yum! So good, Tam had to be given her own small steak (half-filets mignon, cooked in the pepper bacon fat), just so I only had the cats to fight off during breakfast -- Huck believes his ability to stand on the floor and get an entire foreleg on the tabletop entitles him to anything within his reach. He may have lived in a 19th-Century boarding house in a prior life. Or been a Marine, though their table manners are generally better.
Speaking of the Marines, a poll back in July that showed Gary Johnson to be the preferred Presidential candidate of every Service branch but one put him ahead by the widest margin among the USMC, while the Navy only preferred Johnson a bit more than the Army (though of course they really don't like the Army, but that's not what I meant). The Army liked Mr. Trump a bit better than Mr. Johnson (and presumably way more than the Navy), and Ms. Clinton did not fare so well among serving troops. I am heartened to learn the Marines are every bit as cross-grained as tradition says they are.
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1. It would require the addition of tomatoes and mushrooms at minimum to qualify as a Full Bobbi. Possibly toast or such as well.
2. Holidays at my work do not Walk Away From Omelas.[PDF] Quite the reverse. Most get the day off. A few get the day.
3. They were out of the wonderful applewood-smoked bacon. The pepper bacon is a good second choice.
4. Note that if you are completely out of hot sauce, a little horseradish, well mixed in, will do.
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