Write a four line poem about: the treasure hunter.
Bakery was busy off and on today, but one of those on times was rather lengthy and intense. I think I had to use the machine to slice 13 loaves of bread between 5 customers in the course of 10 minutes or less. Definitely had trouble keeping the shelves stocked before and after that stretch.
By closing I'd sold all the loaves and all but one cinnamon bun, one baguette, one ciabatta loaf, and three epis. I think people were making a point to stock up to cover the week and a half we'll be closed - especially those who only come in on the weekend, as they're two weeks away from seeing us again.
Looking forward to having some time with my family tomorrow. Hopefully the weather cooperates and allows us to get some time outdoors.
There is very nearly nothing
That will keep him safe at home;
The wide world is always calling
With its long lost catacombs