My Valentine

I did not sit in my apartment last night eating inhuman quantities of chocolate in my dim room listening to the howling wind, but I could have because my sister sent me a huge satin-covered heart-shaped box of chocolate. I brought the chocolate in to share with my coworkers. Yesterday was just another day. I stayed late at work. I swung by the grocery store on the way home to stock up in case winter got worse. And it was laundry day. But there is every reason to think that next year I will have someone to give flowers to.