Quotation of the day: John Sebastian -- Hot town, summer in the city / Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty / Been down, isn't it a pity / Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
As some of you will know, i (as penance for the sins of my previous life) make my living as a cook. I always work weekends (today -- Tuesday -- is my only day off) and this past Sunday was Father's Day. Traditionally, it's a busier-than-usual Sunday, not as crazy as Mother's Day, but very busy. This year, Sunday -- and Saturday for the matter of that -- were insane. (There was also a ball tournament in town, and i've written before about how much the restaurants here, hate the ball teams http://spriggsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/working-for-living.html ....)
I left on Sunday feeling utterly shattered, drenched with sweat and miserable. How did i ever get into this schtoopid business, moan groan, poor me, etc. In fact i'm only now starting to feel alive again.
However, Tuesday, the only day i really have to do housework, i'm wasting it with my butt parked in front of the computer.... Oh, i cleaned Cate's litterbox earlier, made breakfast, had a bath, shampooed a rug, but there are so many other things to do and guess what, i ain't doin' nuffink else today. (I tell a lie, i have to do laundry later. I have no more clean work uniforms.)
What i intend to do, after i log off here is (a) have some lunch and (b) watch my favourite Marx Brothers movie
And it's the first day of summer....