they say breakfasts are important.

i just want to eat all the bread.
that's it.
that's what i want.
one hundred percent of the bread.
sliced bread.
lots of it.
oh,
and i wouldn't object to there being some types of stuff stuffing the center,
maybe even some spreads plastered along one or both inner sides, too.
yeah.
that'd be nice.
neighbors.
y'know what the best part about that desire is?
i can totally make that sort of dream come true.
yep.
attainable dreams are almost always the least glamorous ones;
but,
they are the ones that sure do seem to find a way of actually becoming reality.
word up to real talk.
i've got seven or eight kinds of bread in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
i mean,
y'never know what sort of exterior excellence will complement and complete
a crucial sandwich's need to get complimented.
y'heard?
well, that's real.
i've been skipping out on lunch lately.
not because i'm watching my figure-
(although i'm watching my figure fall apart for the same reason i miss my noonsies)
crabtree is an unholy attention-grabber.
damn.
and i thought i was bad.
y'know?
with all the loud, fresh, hollering hard styles of demanding deeds,
and commanding presence of mind and body.
it turns out, in a quick match-up of stubborn versus stubborn,
my tiny white barbarian battle-beast has got me beat by a country mile.
there're no lunchbreaks on his watch, unless it's his lunch.
he will absolutely let all y'all know when it's time to rock the party there.
in the mornings, however, when he's in his crate being great.
oh, yeah.
that's his move, duders.
after his breakfast, he's suddenly ready to go back to bed....
because 5 a.m. is too early for all but his hungry bellyhole to be awake for....
and i'm up and at 'em for the rest of the day,
despite a necessary 3 a.m. doo-doo expulsion interruption of my sleep cycle.
uh-huh.
breakfast time, kids.
that's when i get to have a little bread and buttery big fun for myself and no one else.
check the teleport:

delicious.
all the bread,
and that brick-colored card-stocky veg'bacon,
for a samplin' of smoky processed protein...
with guac' and pea tendrils, and hummus, and tomato.
and now check the teleport again:

double delicious.
baguette,
and fried salt and peppery tofu, and more baconish bricks,
and sprouts, and boston bib lettuce, and ho' sauce.
plus,
the rest of that guac' got rocked,
and i used it all up with my mouth!
expert.
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there's something to be said for a day off.
like,
what i often find myself saying is:
what the F* even is a day OFF?!
but, as usual,
i was way busier than my days ON.
during the short span where there isn't any tattzappin'.
i'm bakin', trainin', walkin', poop-scoopin', drivin',
shoppin', cookin', decoratin', and generally runnin' around.
apostrophic abbrev's are all i've even got time for.
hahaha.
it's all really happening,
my very full, very busy, insulated and introverted Folk Life.
me and crabby and ampy d.
spanning time, and eating food, and making the most of our minutes together.
we only get the time we get,
and no slack-assery is going to garner us a single spare moment.
MORE of all of this is what we've got.
it's good for you.
sandwich weeks, and dog months,
and loooooong novembers.
this is What Is,
and i'm grateful for every sloppy second of it;
never quiet, never soft.....