You know that thing where if you get three hours of sleep you wake up feeling better than if you got five or six? I’ve had two things for my side gig that have kept me up later than usual the past two nights, so I got around three and a half hours last night and four hours the night before, but today I woke up feeling surprisingly… Okay? I didn’t have any caffeine other than some cold-steeped oolong, but for whatever reason, I was just less inert and useless this morning than usual on 5:30 wakeup days. So before I headed off to work, I threw together a last-minute bento out of whatever we had lying around in the fridge! The gremolata broccolini were left over from the delicious dinner my wife made two nights ago, and the rest was just hastily assembled from random bits and pieces. It wound up being kind of a Scandinavian-style lunch, what with the dill-flavored cod roe on smoked trout and the Jarlsberg sandwich on sourdough rye and the fruit with yogurt and that smørøye in the middle of the peas there, which wasn’t deliberate, but which suits me just fine. I think I get points off for having a closed rather than open-faced sandwich, but eh.