The Little Brain That Could.....The Hands That Badly Want To

Two weeks now in the office. Phone call, email, phone call, pricing, cataloging, email, spread sheet, email, arrival of glass samples, ownership axing 20 of 22 samples, credit app, email, meeting, phone call, do it again.........when does it stop? This has been the daily routine of me. Only weeks away from grand opening and it will more than likely come down to the last second. Thom says it best..."this just feels like spinning plates". The only piece of mind that I get is around 7:30 pm when I settle into the couch with a good album and the laptop. (yes, still working) Last Sunday I took a rest and turned the TV on for the first and only time since I have been here and succeeded at not using my brain.

The sun finally came out today but it was only 62 degrees. I am starting to feel better upon becoming acclimated to the 6,500 feet closer to the sky of my location. I also have quite the grand appetite since I have been here. This morning I went to Salt Lake City and met a baker. She had a plethora of goods for me to try so you can only imagine the carb-fest I ate for breakfast. Afterwards I went to another purveyor in SLC that specializes in meats and game. Upon arrival back at the office to engage in the before mentioned, no one was there which only meant that I would be enjoying my wonderful sandwich alone made from the freshly baked bread and fantastic meats. I have noticed that all of my associate contemporaries are fast food junkies. Meanwhile I am over at my desk eating bananas, nectarines, and granola. I have mentioned it to them but they continue to eat that garbage anyways. The clubhouse has got to get finished so I....1. can start developing my recipes, 2. get away from the continuous administrative duties and get my hands into some food, and 3. start feeding everyone wholesome meals before they turn into a french fry or a greasy spoon burger.