So it just came to me that during my covid test a couple of weeks ago the nurse gave me a very peculiar look, and then she started talking to me like I was a child. It appears that when she put the swab in, it went in so far I thought it went all the way to the back of my head. Unfortunately, I think I now understand what she discovered, which I have always suspected. I don’t have any brain cells left, none, zero, nessuno (Italian for none). The swab wouldn’t have gone that far if there was some tissue still up there but alas, there was none. I mean I thought I had a dozen cells up there maybe, but it looks like I was way off. If you see me, try and keep the conversations very simple. If possible try to use only one-syllable words with me like "hi", or "How are you?" or "Boy, you look sharp" and of course "Do you like ice cream?". Please don’t tell my employees, yet. I am sure when they see me riding my grandson's bike through the restaurant, they will know.
OK, folks, we are going through the toughest time of the pandemic. Of course, I just installed UV virus killing equipment in the heating units of Flapjacks, Country Waffles, and Taylors right before they made us serve outside only, but closing inside seating is the correct thing to do right now. We will get through this, and I appreciate all of you so much.