  I'm having problems of the stomachal kind. Perhaps it's the wine I've been drinking. Maybe it's the two fudgesicles I ate last night.
I don't know, but my belly has been churning and gurgling. Yes, gurgling. I won't go into details. Valentine's night. Woe is me. Must I recount the very sad and lonely manner in which I spent the most holy of nights? Actually I was surprisingly satisfied with my evening. I don't think I've ever been dissatisfied with any of my Valentine's days because I don't give all that much importance to them.
I mean if I had someone to spend the day with, then, yes, I'd be gung-ho about it, but I don't and it doesn't bother me. It honestly doesn't bother me. We had a beautiful snowfall over night, which made the morning very wonderful. Unfortunately I had to work, so I enjoyed the small bit of winter for a couple of hours and then headed to work. Work was rather pleasant. Shahida and I had really great conversation. I told her about eating at Asia Bowl & Grill-not to be confused with Big Bowl. (We ate at Asia Bowl Friday night and it was very good. I had the tom yum soup. I didn't find it as delicious as Bangkok City's tom yum soup, but it was still immensely delightful.
Shahida decided she and her hubby would go there for Valentine's night. ) By the time I got home most of the snow had melted and what remained had been trampled on by the neighborhood children. That night we watched a couple of movies and drank some wine. Shahida suggested I buy a bottle of her favorite wine-an inexpensive peach Chardonnay. I did and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Shahida called me Sunday morning to tell me she and the hubby really liked Asia Bowl and will definitely go back.
There's a chilled bottle of peach Chardonnay in the fridge with my name on it. I'm going to pour myself a bit and settle down to watch Diane Sawyer and Mel Gibson. 
