Set Back

Yesterday, the biggest sales in the history of the craft school coffeehouse. At lunchtime, every seat indoors and out is taken, and the upper deck of the craft house has customers waiting for orders as well. We are balls to the wall, music pumping, feet pivoting busy and there’s no stopping them. They simply. Keep. Coming.

Today, the biggest setback on ankle recovery since the initial injury, which of course involved the joint of my left ankle bending outwards towards the ground then, yes, actually touching the ground and bouncing back up. Nothing more than fatigue, really, but fatigue on a full day of work is not a good combination. I close the coffeehouse night hours (an executive decision that I just have to make) and find a work study student to cover tomorrow’s lunch rush. Then I call for backup in case I’m not ready to work again on Monday. Two to three days solid rest (and yes, I’m back on crutches again) and hopefully I’ll be okay to start again.

Slow and steady wins the race, right? Or wins something anyway. More time to write? Who knows. Let’s just say I’m grateful for the truck tonight, headlights blazing up the mountainside to get my home with ease, their light challenged only by the waxing moon on the not-so-distant horizon.

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