Who's crying on bus 61?

A weekday unlike itself. The grand slam during lunch. Tired and feeling faint. Running from beach to bar to kitchen to tables back to cashier and so forth feels like doing the shuttle run repeatedly non-stop over 3 plus hours. Started work on a high note doing opening with The Boy and slurps yummy cheese omelette courtesy of Chewy. But the knocking off part is a little saddening with The Boy's face pulled so long and as dark as the storm clouds gathered. And he's not r... Ah well. I need caffeine. To Holland V for some hot chocolate and to await instructions from Sunshine for tonight.