A single woman’s perspective on February 14th

The day started out well enough, a late Friday the 13th night beginning of a few enough shots of rum and chocolate, and a two hour chat with a dear friend of mine.  We discussed the LDS church and temple recommends.  That’s an interesting conversation to have while intoxicated.  One step at a time through that emotional minefield.

I ran a few errands Saturday morning.  Pharmacy, but only the only one… the other is closed on weekends.  I hit a thrift store and scored some great throw pillows and a lovely comforter cover for the couch.  I love a good bargain.

My cute grandson brought me over flowers and chocolates.

I baked a cherry pie and ate half of it.  Made a pina colada with a banana, some pineapple, coconut milk, and vanilla rum.  I haven’t done anything productive since.  No walk, no healthy food.  Just hid in my room and listened to music while I played on my laptop all day.  The relationship of the M&Ms has been creeping into my head again lately, and much as I try to shake it off, the lonely quiet of my flat gets to me, the feelings of being worthless by default, worthless because of my age.  I look in the mirror and I see gray hair and wrinkles and that I am gaining weight again, probably five pounds.  Ugghhhh…..

JB texted me late.  It’s nice to be in the final thoughts of his day.

 

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