Well, another Valentine’s Day is upon us. This one doesn’t have the sting of last year’s. Actually, I feel pretty much nothing. My boss brought us cheap ceramic vases filled with chocolate candy (much of it is cheap as well). It’s a nice gesture, but it rings a little weird coming from someone doing the Atkins diet who won’t touch the stuff herself. My respect for her can’t seem to find a bottom. My coworker to the north just discovered that the boss plagiarized an entire report on a child a few years ago. She just keeps taking on more and more and can’t seem to give quality to anything she does. Oh well. I won’t be going down with this ship.

So, yesterday the office manager and I were chatting it up with the maintenance guy for the building. We are anxiously awaiting a kitchen sink so we can stop doing dishes in the bathroom. Anyway, the maintenance is a respectable married man in his late 30’s and he likes me because he is always teasing me. So, he pipes up and asks me if I’m single. When I replied in the affirmative, he asked me how old I was and if he could set me up. I told him that he could try if he wanted to. He asked me if 49 were too old and I told him my rule about if a guy could reasonably be my father then no go. Then he asked me how I felt about Amish guys. I sure hope he was kidding.

Not long after that, I was having an email conversation with Julio and I happened to use the phrase “don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.” Julio asked me if that was Amish for “let’s get our freak on.” It was a weird day in an Amish sort of way.

Today has been long. I’m making myself go to karate class even though I don’t want to. Then, I am going to my parents’ house where no one walks through the room singing while I am sleeping and no one walks like a 400 lb cowboy on the floor over my head or starts laundry or screams in terror because I got out of my bed that I said I would be in or does anything that disrupts my sleep before 10 A.M. I love Miss Kitty, but she does not respect my sleep at all and it is wearing on our friendship and my mood. I really think that I would like to live alone for awhile after I leave Miss Kitty’s.

Well, to lonely hearts—Happy Valentine’s Day. To those of you with someone who will lavish you with gifts and affection—you can go suck rotten eggs!

Love to all.