I am so tired. Exhausted. Drained.
But somehow in the morning I find myself recharged and ready to start a new day. The thought of going to my own kitchen in my own café still floors me.
Another weekend has come and gone. This time no petage de plomb. It was a weekend full of coffee and couples. Students and sweets. Tea tasting and Twittering. There was even a moment where both Lydia and I were able to sit down and have lunch together (which is rare). Sunday was fairly quiet, we had a steady stream of customers. . Right at tea time the skies opened up and started to pour down. Within in a minute, ALL of our tables were full. It remained full until we closed. I was home by 8:00pm.
If this is my new work routine? I must say, I absolutely love it.