A bottle of wine begs to be shared; I have never met a miserly wine lover.

Last night we ended up going out for Chinese and I drank - perhaps far too much ginjo-sho sake based on the raging headache I have this morning. In short, delightful sake, delightful food, delightfully horrible headache. We had a wonderful time though, talked and just enjoyed each other and the night out - even if it meant ignoring the fact that we have to move in 12 days and we are no where near packed. And by no where near, uh - I have an enormous stack of boxes - that well, are not full of anything yet. When we moved here, we had somewhere close to 8,000 pounds of stuff moved - and NONE OF IT WAS FURNITURE (aside from the couch, loveseat and chair). All of the furniture we've purchased here. I'm just going to pretend that it's not a big deal and the boxes will somehow magically pack themselves. Good coping strategy, no?

A few minutes ago I got a delivery of the case of the late bottled vintage 1998 Rocha's port from the Duovo demarcated region of Portugal we ordered last weekend - as yes, a Valentines present of sorts. I am beyond delighted, and can't wait to get it home tonight. I'm not generally a port fan, but this is wonderful. Heavenly even. [For Cricket - here's where you can buy it online.]

In the last few days I've talked to three people I haven't seen since elementary school, middle school and high school respectively. It's amazing to me how easy it is to find someone via the internet.

Your stories on the last post brought happiness to my apparently bitter little heart.