When it rains, it pours.
This was not my favorite week. At my restaurant, we lost major appliances. Beer coolers leaked. Ice machines flooded. Dish machines broke, and so did my heart.
(There's a terrible country song in there somewhere.)
And I wasn't sure how to handle it all. I felt out of control, leaning on plumbers and repair people to save the day. Since I wasn't able to fix anything on my own, I stayed home and worked. My husband and I had planned to split logs all weekend to get the firewood drying for the season. So that's just what we did.
Today I'm sore...feels like I've been in a fight and lost. I pulled a deer tick out of my abdomen, and I'm still getting the oak dust out of my hair.
But I'm happy and feel back in control.
Reader, sometimes all we can do is fill the woodshed, metaphorically (and in my case, in reality). The problems will always be there; no sense running away from them. This week, I learned to just keep doing honest work and be prepared for what comes next.
Wishing you a really great week ahead. See you next Monday. -Em