breakfast bombing.

fruit and grains and sweets and treats?
yeah,
i don't mind if i do, duders.
because after all,
i doo-doo that bakery activation-style sh!t.
really.
check the fresh-out-the-oven-type teleport:

yeah!
neighbors,
it's hearty cornbread,
and it's also got oat flour in it,
because oats are my all-time favorite grain.
no joke.
and it's moistened with soy yogurt,
and sweetened with real maple syrup,
and a pinch or three of black strapped molassesy brown-style sugar.
but,
just to take it to eleven,
there're toasted pecans all up in it,
and raspberries, too, kids.
yep.
raspberry pecan cornbread is in my mouth right now.
expert.
with brown sugar and pecan crumble sprankles, too?
yeah, friends,
it really IS what you need for your faces.
a full happy bellyhole is never a bad move, either.
it helps to make the morning suck a little less hard.
i'm on it.
i mean,
what else is there?
snow shoveling?
ugh.
i'm all set with all that.
several times over the last several days,
i've been gettin' busy with the big business of swinging that sludge
into heroic heaps and mighty mountains
that may not melt until mid-june.
it's all really happening,
but all the in-betweens from main events into milestones?
it's all been a really real sunovab!tch.
damn.
it stays hard in the up-here styles.
the woodsly goodness is a misanthropic mistress,
and these mountains make for long nights and hard times
and cold beds and steep climbs.
it's always uphill,
even on the downside.
ugh.
and we're creepin' up on those ides, too.
i'm wary,
and i'm weary,
and i'm worn out.
this is real life.
today peaked early,
without the sunlight so much as even peeking out;
never quiet, never soft.....