My doorbell rang three times this afternoon for bread delivery.
CEM was I'm charge if the intake process since I was on work calls. It was sketchy, something to do with Sister Tuft, Sister Somebody else, I was thinking of Laura and a truck of bread.
I wasn't clear on the details of the love I was receiving for my birthday via bread until Tamara showed up at 615 pm.
A lady in the area had an overload of bread donations (like a whole room full- thousands and thousands of loaves) And I was loved enough to be thought of.
We had sourdough for dinner.