Cheese Puff

Sweet Jesus, I am tired. Today was my first day at my new job, and the main thought running through my head was "I seriously have to repeat this four more times this week?" It was eight and a half hours of peeling pears, chocolate mousses, lemon meringue tarts and pots of lavender cream. I love what I do, but it was a lot to take in. The chaos that is not knowing where anything is, who anyone is, and what the hell you are suppose to be doing, sucks. By the time I took off my apron and jacket, and sat in my car, all I could feel was tired, and content. That weird hovering in my heart telling me that I had once again made it through to the other side.

As I walked home this evening with Koda, I couldn't help but look up into the clear, blue, Redwood City sky and feel good about being where I am. Between the coconut shrimp I had for dinner, and sitting in a self-induced haze in the backyard, I am content with the state of my life. Well, as long as I don't start to think too much.

I am about to pass-out now, and could so go for a good snuggle. Can't wait to see what tomorrow will hold. Possibly Oreo cheesecake-bites, cheese puffs, and hopefully no more chocolate mousse.

I really hope you didn't expect me to proof read, I already have a day job.