It was, as usual, a slow night - better than last Monday, but, well, it's hard to get much worse in terms of bar income.
Of all things, Jason showed up - this being the wheelchair-bound Jason that used to go to the Daybreak. It was good to see him alert. He sang a couple of songs.
And
We closed down at midnight, after 13 rounds. I dropped Synthia off, grabbed some fast food, and headed home. Exhausted, somehow.
Crawled into work this morning - on time for the meeting, for a change. Which occurred, for a change.
I haven't gotten a lot done, though I've detected a certain breathing sensation down the back of my neck. I think I'm coming down with the latest model cold. But I've gotta stay here until I'm done with the latest round of tests. Joy!