By typing these words, I’ve broken a rule.
Never blog after midnight.
The other rule tied to that is GO TO SLEEP before midnight.
Last night I slept from 1 a.m. until 4 a.m. – only finally rising out of bed just shy of five o’clock in the morning.
My mind was racing, and there was no way I’d fall back asleep. I worked on the schedule, finally finished payroll reports, and trolled on Facebook for about fifteen-minutes before waking up Whitey to get ready for work.
I had to finish the second-half of our catering gig, and a pizzeria owner is not too hip on serving breakfast.
By 8 a.m., we had eggs, juice, coffee, rolls, (the most amazing) fruit salad, bowls of bananas / apples, jams, cream cheese, smoked salmon, tomatoes, red onions, more? all set up and being loved at our off-site location.
And by 9 a.m., my front gal and I were sharing a bagel and fish in the dining room, talking about how crazy the past few days have been. Even those 10-minutes of sitting on a chair were so appreciated; just to sit down, eat, and plan for the rest of the day.
I work. A lot. I wish I had a 7 or even an 8-hour-a-day shift… even if it were every day. An hour a day is what I’m allowed – to jump on a treadmill, to watch a recorded TV show, to read. Yet, even that hour is too much work sometimes.
Before opening Paizano’s I had always thought “how cool to own a restaurant”.
“How cool to find a loyal, capable, honest employee to help to run a restaurant.”
I’m doing everything I can to keep my head on straight right now. Although, it might serve me well to be watching my back, too, considering…
Great. Here I go again.