I got through that whole list from yesterday before lunch (which reminds me of the novel Before Lunch, a wistful look at lost romance in the English countryside, written in the 20s.)
(not that you can afford to be wistful getting through such a busy list, or having thoughts of romance either.)
So for breakfast, I am going to picnic on chocolate croissants and cafe au lait. Toodles!
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