is every day

It's that time again, when I note that like many other holidays, there are those who commemorate Valentine's Day and those who do not. Y'all who do -- go nuts. But I continue to doubt that flowers are flowerier, chocolates sweeter, or words any more meaningful because it's today. I prefer my (and your!) motivation to originate from something other than the calendar.

That's all. Back to your knitting. :-)

apparently, i am now in a Supernatural episode?

There we are, at the pub, drinking our beers, waiting for our dinners, generally minding our business. It's noisy, but not so loud that I can't hear my phone ring, particularly when I can also feel the buzz from it vibrating in the table. It has stopped ringing by the time I get to it, though -- and yet there is no missed call. (ellen_fremedon suggested I may have heard someone else's phone, but sanj heard it too, and agreed that it was my ring tone, which is unlike most other people's. It sounds a little bit like the Doogie Howser, M.D. theme song -- how many people, even among those who have my phone, have that?) Okay, I say, it may not have registered yet. I'll wait for it to beep and tell me I've got a voice mail or a missed-call alert. And I put the phone back in my bag, where it immediately beeps and vibrates. And yet there is no voice mail and no missed call.

So my phone, she is apparently possessed. I think, given what I know of SPN, that this means something very bad indeed is likely to happen to me soon. So I'd appreciate your good thoughts. :-)