baked and happy

We traveled at what was almost the speed of sound. Europe was on the menue again, or I was on the menue for europe. Mr. roll arrived under a plastic cover. I could not resist, I had to take some pictures of him... at least as long as he was still in shape to have them taken. I tried to keep him fresh for a while, I think... but he eventually dried out and turned back into crumbs... a lot happened then. a lot.