Day 2.

I am tired. Day 2 and I am tired? I didn't know it would be like this.

Today Jack and I talked about bedtimes. He goes to bed at 7:30pm. I'm usually in bed in my men's pajama shirt with my face mask on and my christmas lights lit up by 10pm. But having to be at the shop by 4 o'clock every morning Monday thru Thursday is going
to
kill
me.

I think I need to get to sleep earlier.

Before I forget, today, Jack came in with the most adorable moccasins I've ever seen. And because he always takes his shoes off, and because I couldn't find my magenta shoes, and I accidentally wore my maroon big bow flats that pinch my pinky toes, he let me wear them.
They were to die for.
Jack is average height. Taller than me. But his feet are a size bigger than mine. And I can wear his shoes and get away with it.
I think I have a new best friend.
(Sophie's been ignoring me anyway.)

Today I only made 34 mistakes.
There were 36 customers.
I'm getting better.
And I learned how to make a latte properly.

I think the 6 shots of espresso Jack and I drank this morning helped. Wake me up and not make mistakes.
But who knows.
Now I should take a nap.
And find those magenta shoes.

xo, Delia