Last night I woke up at 1:45am with a hypersonic wind tunnel digestive thing which means a lot of uncomfortable inner turmoil. I drifted a bit but for the most part, I tossed and turned and couldn’t get comfortable.

Friday I made a pot of bean soup and Saturday I made that gumbo. Sunday night I used the leftover andouille in the bean soup and I think this is what put my digestive system over the top.

Not a good way to start Monday: bleary eyed and feeling like a refugee from an all weekend kegger.

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