I'm currently enjoying one of my favorites, a 2006 Tempranillo from Castoro Cellars in Paso Robles, Calif.
My Snuggies are both (oh yes, I have two - one in leopard, one in purple with pockets) out of reach so I am wearing my bathrobe backwards. You know what? It's just like a Snuggie.
I'm finishing up today's "Ellen" and listening to Lady Antebellum perform "Hello World." I love them -- I've seen them in concert twice. They are amazing. Their song "Need You Now" resonates with me...
I typically save a special amount of scorn for Valentine's Day but I'm typically a good sport about it. I'll crack a few jokes, wear all black (which I pretty much do every day anyway), refer to "Singles Awareness Day" with a chuckle, and thank my mom for the sweet card from her and dad.
But I feel especially... emotional this year. I had a shitty few months and every time I think things are improving, they just don't. And a while ago, I thought by now, things would be the way I wanted them, but they aren't. And my heart hurts. I am soul sick.
A couple of my co-workers rallied for me and we went out for a nice, quiet dinner after work. I enjoyed a lovely glass of cab and we all agreed to try something new on the menu to make the night a little special somehow. They were my angels.
So I write to you, internet universe of strangers, to admit I am sad. It is my mea culpa. I am sad and I am owning it. I will not laugh this year's wholy depressing holiday off with smart-ass jokes. Nor will I mock my friends basking in love and gushiness today. I admit that I envy them (I've really never done that before).
Tomorrow is a new day when I will hopefully not feel sad. It is, by the way, the best day to buy candy. Chocolate treats 50% off! In shiny pink and red wrappers!
{sigh}
Well, there. I feel better. And so I return to my wine and a new episode of "Castle." Because actually, if anyone could cheer me up, it would be Nathan Fillion. I kind of love him.
