Bus Report #960
At least it hasn't been raining.
Instead, the cold still air has held the rich buttery smell of freshly baking croissants and other pastries from Arsicault Bakery across the street. Pure torture, I tell you.
This morning I almost left the bus stop to get in the bakery line. Then I remembered my homemade lemon poppyseed scones stashed in my desk at work, and I decided to be brave, to keep calm and carry on.