“Martha! Martha! MARTHA!!! MARTHA!!! MARTHA!!!!!”
“Just stop, you guys. I barely finally got to sleep.” It’s been rough. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I go to sleep for three hours and then I wake up and THINK for three more… This is partly a summer thing, but mostly it’s the fucking state of the world…
“But MARTHA!!!! This is really serious!!!!!!! There’s a GUY doing stuff on OUR PORCH!!!! OUR porch!!! MARTHA!!!!”
I get up after another almost sleepless night. I open the front door and check the box (a Barkbox with the word “bread” written on it in red colored pencil) I left out the night before. Inside is a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread. In a waxed paper bag is little cinnamon roll from Tumbleweed Bread (which is literally next door).
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I would tell you to enjoy your bread, but raisins?? I just can’t…
That’s OK. More for me. 🙂
Lovely looking bread, sleep better tonight xxx
Bread and cinnamon. Two of my favourite things!
That bread does look worth getting up for. Maybe it will help you sleep better…
I hope so. I can’t fix the world no matter how much I care about what’s going on. No one’s here yelling, “Dammit, Martha! It’s 2 am! Get out here and fix things!!!” 😀
Yeah, I don’t hear my name being called either. Yet I still wake up too. What the hell? 🙂
I just went to a “tea party” with my friends and they wake up, too. 😦
Oh dear. All of us out there worried and sleep deprived. Ugh.
Good thing we’re not doing a lot of driving…
Good thing is right. That would not be advisable.
How nice to have such lovely bread tumble right into the box on your porch!
Martha Martha Martha MARTHA….a good little read and how wondrous to have a bread delivery for breakfast. I’ll have a couple of slices 🙂 thanks for joining in
My pleasure. The bread is amazing. 🙂
I love a good raisin bread but alas Sparky refuses to consume raisins, or grapes for that matter. Hope you can enjoy the bread and the roll and pause for just a bit in the worry… It is nice that you have a built in intruder alert system. Ranger was good for that until about 13 yrs of age. Then he would sleep through almost anything!
Oh, poor Ranger! Missing out on a dog’s great joy. Now that I know that a lot of us are not sleeping I think I might relax a bit. If it’s just how things are now, then, OK. What strange times…
I bet all was forgiven when you found out the reason!
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