I know about a month ago I was flailing my hands about in terror about the sky that is our business falling. Oh yes, I was aching and complaining about there not being enough acorns to last the long, cold winter and blaming it all on my sweet Cap'n, and his strong affinity for trees. And, if you were paying attention (it's ok, I barely do), you might have noticed that it never did. I will never complain about the hunters again. December's mortgages are (barely) paid and I couldn't be happier. We are some lucky sombitches.
But now...NOW, we are dead. We are so dead we don't have a single reservation for two weeks. And I honestly couldn't be happier about it. Because after those two weeks all hell will break loose and we won't have another moment to spare until the spring thaw. So, I'm happy that my nausea will likely be gone by then, and I'll have the stamina once again to smile pretty at the people, answer their repetitive questions and be able to do my part in keeping the wheel rolling swiftly along.
So, we'll spend the next couple of weeks making improvements, resting, laundering, and probably going out to eat too often.* Oh yeah, that's the other place all our money goes. Don't think I mentioned that.
* Like at Burger King. That's right. I said it. Burger King. We stopped by last week because they have veggie burgers and ICEEs, and there is just something about a cherry ICEE that absolutely obliterates my nausea on contact. I swear I'm asking Santa for one for Christmas. And that veggie burger? POSITIVELY ORGASMIC. I'm about ready to travel the 30 miles back there for another right now.