Time to make the doughnuts . . .

There used to be this great commercial back East for Dunkin'Donuts. This goofy little guy with a mustache, wearing a nightcap, is lying in bed and muttering "time to make the doughnuts". Then you'd see him mechanically get out of bed,with his eyes closed, turn off the alarm clock that said 4:00AM, brush his teeth, shower, get dressed, drive to the doughnut place - and all the while muttering "time to make the doughnuts".Today, for the first time since I started my business, I felt like that guy. This isn't good.On a darker note, I remember a song by Richard Thompson called Burns Supper that really sums up my life lately. The melody is hauntingly beautiful - just guitar and voice. Once you hear it, it will always stay with you. ******O you speak the words, locked in my breastBut it's late for me, let an old man restOne more black and tan on the barricadeTo keep me safe from lovingI close my eyes, close my eyesTo the cold flame of the Northern LightsI close my eyes, close my eyesAnd I see you still in the shuttered night.What a new-found friend is honestyTo see ourselves as others seeTo see the shy boy inside the manIs that all I am - just starved of loving?I close my eyes, close my eyesTo the cold flame of the Northern LightsI close my eyes, close my eyesAnd I see you still in the shuttered night.*******I understand that a Burns Supper is a Scottish tradition of honoring the poet Robert Burns with food, drink and poetry - they even honor haggis and read a poem to a piece of it, then raise a toast to it - weird. This song would rank with the best of Robert Burns' works.