Run away, deny, decry the experts, say it’s in God’s hands, watEVer.
It’s a cheesecake day at the Café. One biggun one smallun.
I’m sleeping really crappy. I am sipping a nice foamy chai latte by way of apologizing to myself.
I am scared of the changes to the cafe after July 1. We’ll be open 6 days, 12 hours, which means I’ll be working a 15 hour day three days a week and I don’t know if my poor old body will stand it. I also get to work Saturday, which is a super busy day according to the sweet gal who works at the Russian deli. We shall see. I’ll have Sunday through Wednesday off unless Katie asks for vacation. We’ll be closed the two weeks between Christmas and New Years.
