Hell's Kitchen et al.
Spent the weekend at SFG's childhood home living the life of leisure. "Hey, my parents are out of town this weekend. Wanna come over? I'm gonna have a party!" - words I swear to you I haven't heard since 1989. We had a great weekend. Guinness Girl and Wilman met SFG on Saturday...Big step! Makes the whole adventure seem, well, kinda real, really. And today I talked to The Mom on the phone. Whoah!
And today was the first day that The Circus was open on Sunday. Which means I will not have a single day off until after The Birth of Christ. I am finding myself getting more and more anxious about leaving the bakery to do anything else, like a) take care of the books, b) order a new sink before the Board of Health comes after me, c) breathe d) sleep, e) pee. This is going to be a very rough next ten weeks and I'm not looking forward to it. Just hope and pray that I make a ton of money so I can stop having nightmares about being homeless, hungry and depressed for the rest of my days. Blargh!
Naah, it will be fine. It's just a matter of getting through this finite ten weeks - what is that anyway, 70 days? No, that sounds like a lot. Ten weeks definitely sounds shorter than 70 days....ok, let's not even go there. I will just think about the six days that I plan on sleeping post New Year's. Yeah, that will keep me going...Yeah.
Oh yeah, and pictures from my Divorceymoon are now on flickr!