well it is friday the 13th just after dusk and it was a rather slow evening at the resturant. In fact all week has been very sap like. Summer in fine dinning just don't mix i guess. Unless your the new hot spot with a great happy hour special. Oh well.. As the days tinker along I reflick the holiday season that flow with milk and honey. Wishing I could go back and pinch just a bit to have and to hold. And reminding myself next year will be different, next year I will scorn myself if i spend in the cool. For I will not allow the days of summer to dry up my both my land and pockets too.
jones:
for sure
jones:
for sure