I just polished off the last of the bacon. There were only three slices left, which is probably one more than I should have had, but who bothers with one slice of bacon? I could have cooked it and left it for Tam, but by the time she awoke, that lone slice -- or maybe a slice and a half, to split the remainder equally -- would have been keeping warm over the pilot light in the oven for an hour and a half, and would not be all that great.
Anyway, that's how I justified it when I added the last slice of bacon to my bacon-and-egg-on-toast this morning. I'll have to put a ten in the Bacon Fund. The corner market is just a bike ride away, after all--
But I'm still feeling guilty about eating that last slice of bacon.
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