Is it really one a.m.? I just walked through the door from work. Kitchen madness with morning prep work interrupted by early customers picking up salads, followed by the lunch dine in crowd, merging into late afternoon getting ready for dinner, flying back and forth like a dervish with a spoon in my hand.

Time to go to bed...missed breakfast, lunch and dinner. Hope my mind follows my body and sleep comes easy, because tomorrow is another long, long day, same scenario, with a small catered party thrown in for a grand cosmic chuckle.

That's okay, I can do it, and do it well.