Write a four line poem about: the bomb shelter.
Bakery went pretty well today. Didn't sell out of loaves but didn't have much of anything else left at closing.
Looking forward to my three day weekend.
Hoping to not be miserably sick for all of it. So far so good on that account.
We gather here
Whenever the sirens wail
And listen to
Granddaddy's tall, tall tales