Tuesday, January 3, 2017
January 2, 2017
Restoring order after the party is taking more time than setting up for it. The rolls I bought were so formidable even the crows wait for them to be softened by the weather before trying them. The leftover cakes go out, lest I should find it my duty to consume them. Hatred of waste and fear of overeating clash in the war-torn soul.