beautiful morning

Wim is back! Yay! I think we had this much sex when we first got together.

We went to Mandarin Chef for dinner last night and talked to the friendly Chinese lady. This morning, I called in late to work and fixed bacon, scrambled eggs, and scones for breakfast. We brushed each other's hair and did other bonding activities. It was all very cute and sappy and things.

So eventually his sister picked him up so they could finish the final leg of the stuff-moving expedition. I got ready for work and took off on my bike in the balmy air and sunshine. It's still cold enough that I needed to wear gloves, but it's lovely for February.

I got to work just before 11 and did my normal routine: lock the bike, check the phone messages, change into work clothes -- wait. I don't have the work clothes. Because they are at home, on my bed, nicely laid out so I'll take them with me. So I'm at work today in black sweatpants and a tie-dyed Bun-Bun t-shirt. The homicidal bunny says, "Happy Valentine's Day!"

poor me

Oh, dear. I don't have enough change to get the bus home, I'm the only one in the office, and the evening deli guy has a crush on me. I do not want to deal with him on Valentine's Day. He's going to think it's fate and ask me out or something, and I'm just not up for it.

I think I'll ride my bike home. Good plan.