I just woke up beyond exhausted and I am pretty sure my menstrual cycle is banging on my door. Pms and Monday blues are a volatile combination. I hope for the sake of the world that my employees closed down the kitchen the way my wife and I taught them. We run a restaurant and meal prep out of the same kitchen. Naturally if anyone gets a case of the lazies and the kitchen looks like shit, I will eat them alive. Fingers crossed for humanity!
