There's nothing quite like being alone on Valentine's Day, especially if you're married and therefore can't exactly hope it will get better in some nebulous future.
(Yes, folks, the wild and crazy CJ shatters an illusion: my life is about as romantic as a balance sheet. Usually this doesn't bug me. Today, as it happens, it did. Those pesky emotion things! Overstaying their welcome again!)
Still, the day perked up as it wore on. My mom called. I got mail and an e-smooch from a dear friend. Rob called, but I missed it -- my bad karma bill must have been due. I spent a couple of hours playing with water and rocks and bowls, and have now created several nifty and interesting designs for desktop fountains (unfortunately they all use the same rocks and bowl).
I finally got out of my funk when a local couple picked me up to go to a square dance in, oh I forget the name of the town, an hour and fifteen minutes from here. Being around other people was just what the doctor ordered. Didn't get back until after midnight.
Happy V-day all. I go sleep now.
(Yes, folks, the wild and crazy CJ shatters an illusion: my life is about as romantic as a balance sheet. Usually this doesn't bug me. Today, as it happens, it did. Those pesky emotion things! Overstaying their welcome again!)
Still, the day perked up as it wore on. My mom called. I got mail and an e-smooch from a dear friend. Rob called, but I missed it -- my bad karma bill must have been due. I spent a couple of hours playing with water and rocks and bowls, and have now created several nifty and interesting designs for desktop fountains (unfortunately they all use the same rocks and bowl).
I finally got out of my funk when a local couple picked me up to go to a square dance in, oh I forget the name of the town, an hour and fifteen minutes from here. Being around other people was just what the doctor ordered. Didn't get back until after midnight.
Happy V-day all. I go sleep now.