Six months into it:
My personal life in South Florida: Currently in the tank. Maybe I should have gone on that boat ride, after all.
Kids: Excellent. And, yes, this counts for a lot.
Job: Huge challenge, now that we are in season. Head spinning, ability to be polite fading fast. No, really, guests have complained about me. Yep, complained about RG. Outlook? Desperately trying to stay in the game.
Pup: The best. Thank God.
My sanity: Hanging by a very slender thread.
My goal: Pouring coffee at a small, nothing eatery on any Key with Upset Waitress, where no one rich or incredibly rude ever goes.
My reality: So far, this place has offered me weather to die for. Now all I have to do is not die.
The cost: Stupidly high auto insurance. And a bit more.