Routine, that charged electron of perseverance, can be elusive.

My routine is almost entirely based upon other people’s routines. If I am not a part of the people’s day-to-day, then I pretty much adrift.

This does not mean that I am not busy, however. In fact, it means I am probably busier. Think of it like looking for work, really looking for work… not just responding to an ad or two online. All of the thousands of projects that have been brushed under the carpets, tossed behind furniture, and stuffed in hidden cubbies surface and await attention when it is slow. They cannot be ignored like they can when it is busy.

The first of my many projects has been restructuring the menu and kitchen operations. We, as a unit, have hopefully found what works and what does not work. And changes are afoot.

Good changes.

I am more involved in the kitchen activities. The staff now has more input. It is a project of us instead of I.

With six weeks of collective data under our belt, we have made some changes and they will be implemented soon.

It is odd how things can shape themselves. Try as you might, it is difficult to change the course of any object once it has been set in motion.

A bar in motion will remain in motion unless…

I unknowingly have turned Star Bar into a lesson on physics.

What science does not address is why people hole themselves up on the first day of heavy rain. Fear? Instinct? The laziness of desire… meaning they don’t want to open the closet and break out the galoshes and umbrella?

That, and I think this fine city is still nursing a hangover from Halloween weekend.

Whatever the cause, the time is now spent writing in a blog instead of serving food, drink and merriment to the people of Portland, OR.