The parishioner I think of as "The Breadman" dropped by again this morning. Previously I asked him, as tactfully as I could, if he wouldn't mind bringing just a single loaf when he drops off our bread (this is an every-few-weeks largesse that simply expresses his entire joy in the shape of his life, right?), because the Rambler can't keep up with two loaves at a time.
So this morning, voila, there is the bread-bag again in my in-tray.
And Wonder Secketry reports, "he said he tried to get you just one loaf, but it was a pregnant one, so there are three buns in that bag as well..."
Words fail me!