Burning the Candle at Both Ends
Writer's block. That's why daylogs have been frequent and real, live
writeups have been few. Lotsa ideas in the pipeline; they're just not making
their way from grey matter to paper (or cyber-paper).
Might be 'cause there's so much going on that by the end of the
day all that's left is some idle chit-chat, put on some music,
and email answers to be sent (spam, spam, spam, memo, recipes, spam, "message filter to VIP inbox",
Aha! meaningful message!
Sleep is not enough. A vacation is a pipe dream. But enough
Customers are happy. Public relations are at their best in ages.
Contentment is a blessing. Thank you, God!
No TV. No good books. No newspaper. Radio
"Ten-Ten WINS!" every Monday, in the car, sitting in traffic, is the only
connection to what's going on in the world. And the banter at the bar about the
latest heart-rending story that's making its way from TV news around to
small talk. Martha Stewart would be proud; "It's a good thing:" the
information that really counts is found here and here.
Sunday night was the end of a roller-coaster week which was lived through
(else this wouldn't be here) but not without physical pain. Deep in the bones,
muscle-aching, from-hard-work pain. Not just the innocuous stuff from
"work" but ache; ache from lifting trays full of
soiled dishes, staying up late, filling endless water glasses, but most
rewardingly, serving up great food and drink. Tomorrow the
roller-coaster car takes off again, but it's a different roller-coaster, so who
knows what thrills and spills are likely to be encountered.
Most interesting (could be "frustrating" but rising to a challenge is what
makes stuff "interesting") is the catch 22 that's going on in this neck o' the
woods. The more business that
comes our way, the more help that's needed. Would
that my business model be followed, the help would be there before the onslaught
of patrons came our way. It didn't work that way. Thus the title of this little
Some say if you ain't movin' your feet forward, even in baby steps, you ain't
standing still — you're moving backward (at one rate or another). So the
decision is this; take better care of the feet, and be okay with moving
backward, or burn out.
Still ain't made my mind up. But am sure the answer will present itself
Gotta take a nap, now.
See ya soon. Love,