Anyone who knows me I don’t miss a meal.

I am not one to miss a meal.

Except.

Tonight I was sitting at the chef’s table and realized I was light headed. I kept asking myself what the fuck was going on.

And then I realized I never had anything to eat all day.

Not my lunch.

Not my peach.

Nada.

No wonder I was fuzzy.

I remedied the situation by doing something I never ever ever do. I stopped at Burger King on my way home. Whopper with cheese. Small fry.

Yum!!!

Thank you to everyone who checked in today.

I’m fine.

Last night I got 11 hours of very sound, very solid sleep.

I woke up a new man.

Sleep.

It does a body good.

I also had a friend stop by work this afternoon to say hi. She was in the area and thought why not!

It was great to see her and she reminded me that what I was feeling was what all of us in the seasonal hospitality business are going through right now.

The easiness of winter is gone.

We are short staffed.

The realization of summer hours is setting in.

We are remembering that our next real time off is in October.

And most importantly of all that we’ve been doing it for years and that with the stress comes the fun and excitement of volume and crowds.

And that in three minutes from now it will be September and we’ll be wondering where the summer went.

The day at work was great.

All is well on the western front.