But I’m a third generation bartender and I like livin’ from a tip jar week to week

Good and happy Monday morning my friends. Of course it’s dark out there. And windy. It was wicked windy last night. I’ve yet to open the curtains to see how windy it actually is. I don’t even know what the temperature. But it’s probably cold out there.

The Patriots lost last night 29-13

It’s a rebuilding year. Or something like that.

We didn’t do too much yesterday. I mean it was the lords day after all. We got up, I think early. It’s been a while since I’ve even made it to 7am in a week or two. Podrick keeps a tight ship. If he wants you up, eventually, he’ll break you.

But, we got up and started our morning yesterday. I know it was early. Maybe 6 am or so. I started the coffee, and refilled the carafe once. I think around 8ish or so, I started the laundry. I didn’t do the rest of the chores yesterday. I was just present in the morning.

I made our breakfast brunch. And lemme tell you, I did pretty good. I’m still practicing with the little egg poaching cups. They turned out better than the week before, and they’ll probably be better next week. Crystal had a toasted bagel with 2 slices of melty cheese, and bacon.

At Shady Acres, I hauled in the remaining bags of wood pellets, then cleaned the stove. It’s not too bad, just a lot to vacuum. But within a half hour, I was back upstairs with everyone else. I put on a special about the Blizzard of 78, and the fallout that happened in Rhode Island. After that, I put on a rodeo, so we weren’t sitting in complete silence while everyone was on their devices.

Back to work this afternoon, and I need to refill my coffee cup. It’s Monday people, let’s start this fucking week!