This week has felt like trying to fit a square peg
in a round hole. My dad used to tell me "Megan, you
hold the keys to your happiness.", and since I think he's right
on this one, i've been following a strict "pull through" regimen of
listening to bad top 40 radio songs, visiting our cute
new bantam chicks and repeatedly telling myself
to just man up. Haven't thrown in the towel yet.
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It's hard to diagnose symptoms from afar, but hey there's no license at stake, so here goes. You may be suffering what's called in the trade, innkeeper's remorse. Months of preparation, followed by weeks of nonstop activities with your guests, then one day, everybody's gone. I've heard that some innkeepers paint out the blues in the off-season, a few becoming pretty good painters through the cure, while all get free paintings to hang in the guest rooms. (I seem to recall one of your very own ancestors taking to drawing faces on dried butter beans to fill in the down time - squeamish vegetarians lost their appetite.)
ReplyDeleteMight wanna keep using that towel to wipe off the sweat until this summer's heat takes a hike.