Spent the night tossing, and turning, and sweating. -I hate sweat. My head was moist and smelled like Shrek. So, even though it's a miserable thing to do on a Saturday, I took a shower.

Before the water flows, I'm informed that the heat was turned up last night. Who the hell turns the heat up to sleep? Now I'm uber cranky. I don't like talking when I just wake up and now I find my sweaty night was made even moister on purpose!

Showers are good. I want five jets and a bucket seat so I can lounge in pounding liquid luxury. As it is, I lean against the ugly tiles, with the less than inspired water flow, and fantasize about having a shower made by Jacuzzi.

Frustration diluted, I'm now chill. This is good, since I'm over being annoyed at the hotter than normal house. Into the kitchen the smell hits me; cereal nirvana.

My partner had the idea to crockpot some steal cut oats. It smells wonderful, a warm musky odor that reminds you that rolled oats is settling. I can't resist and grab a little. Did you know that crockpot handles get really hot? I do, now.

Just a little honey and a dash of salt. It's gooey, chewy, hearty, good. Sad thing is, I'm not sure that the person who made it will actually like it. Just doesn't seem her thing. I like it, I hope that helps.
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