Write a four line poem about: craftsmanship.
Bakery was pretty good today. Ended up with 13 loaves and 11 cinnamon buns to put in the freezer at closing, which isn't too bad for this time of year. Got out of there at a reasonable time as well, which was a bonus.
Also: Shannon was making Max's birthday cake before she left for the day around noon. He is going to love it. Will share pictures on his actual birthday. Which, somehow, is happening on Monday.
Feel like I'm fighting something off, as I haven't been feeling all that well since I got home. Not surprising, considering how hard I've been going lately.
Should probably get to bed at a reasonable time.
Her goal is perfection,
The pursuit is unending.
We say it can't be done,
But her will is unbending.