A commentator has recently noted that she learns more about who I really am by reading my blog and poems than from actually talking to me. I am, as they say, guarded. I suppose. I feel like I'm a pretty emotionally honest person. In any case, this interests me because the other comment I get (from people who knew my blog before they knew me) is that I am somehow "softer" or "nicer" in person than on the blog. Discuss among yourselves.

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I spent Valentine's day doing these things: working, eating a sandwich, drinking several beers, listening to Billy Bragg on repeat, trying not to think too hard about anything that would send me into a tailspin of out of control self-pity.

I think I did okay.