Write a four line poem about: stocking up.
Things were busy at the bakery first thing (I ended up staying an extra half hour) as people were coming in to stock up a little bit to cover next week's closure. The bread freezes beautifully so it's a solid plan and, honestly, once you've tasted this stuff it's danged hard to go back to eating grocery story bread - even if it's only for a week.
Miles hit seven months today. Don't ask me how, but apparently that's correct.
Pile them boxes high,
The apocalypse is nigh!
Now it's just you and me
And... hey, where's the key?