Oh, these days of bacon.
I’m in Brisbane. I think this is home. Two days ago I flew from Townsville; tonight I fly to Bangkok.
It’s funny how my bacon consumption increases by about 3700% when I’m having a good time. Sunday morning, breakfast with the night’s survivors – a Les Miserables last supper, if you will. Monday morning, Breakfast At Fat Boys, a meal so good that it deserves capitalization. Tuesday morning, full cooked breakfast. Tuesday night, carbonara. Wednesday morning, cold carbonara. I think that brings us up to speed.
If the rest of this trip is as happy as the start, I’m going to come back a relaxed person (assuming the cholesterol doesn’t kill me).