Pretty darn perfect.
We were all exhausted afterwards and I took a little nap when we got back and I'm still tired. It always seems to me that if I have one really productive day the next one will be a day of not-doing-much. I think to myself, well, that's all right, I'm old, but then I think about all of the older (and I mean older than me!) women servers we had in restaurants in Sebastian and Vero and I feel like a complete slacker. Some of these ladies limped or favored knees or hips but that didn't stop them from moving fast and they had those dining rooms COVERED. Some of the best and most professional service I ever got in my life. I would look at them in wonder. How they can even walk when they get out of bed in the morning is beyond me. They were at once a huge source of inspiration and at the same time, guilt.
How dare I complain about my aches and pains and fatigue?
Well, I don't know but you can be sure I will.
My god! It is absolutely pouring rain here now. Coming down in sheets. It is gorgeous and maybe it will cool things off a bit. It's time to go make our supper. Tomorrow is going to be a big day and I have to be at Lily's a little after nine to go with her to get her ultrasound.
I can't wait.
Be well, y'all. Limp as fast as you can. Or slowly. It all gets done one way or another and quite often, it can be absolutely splendid.