After a quiet, Valentines day. Well quiet and fatigued. I recall, snarling inside, at a woman, with a rose. I have been watching the week wind down. This is of course, the worst sin, I am guilty of such omission


( I went to a meeting today, for a course. Which would be pointless, for me to attend.
I did, manage to slip out, early from work. Which made me feel clever and dastardly, and indeed debonair. )

Another one of my friends, is engaged. Then there were...