Oh, The weather outside is frightful and the roaster is so delightful.
Since there’s no place to go….Let us work….let us work….let us work.
It doesn’t show signs of stopping, so hopefully FedEx is running.
Cuz if theres no coffee to go out…Then were screwed…Then were screwed…Then were screwed.
So now the snow’s a dumping and we now have a warning that there’s a beast a coming.
So let us pray….Let us pray….Let us pray.
—@IrvingFarm Roastmaster, Clyde, waxing poetic on the 4th—er, 5th(??) wave of Snowpocalypse hitting our upstate NY roasting facility.