Valentine

Last night, Simona made pasta with tomatoe sauce and gouta cheese, and gave me a scarf and two wraps (as meditation blankets). I brought her a bottle of BV cab and a mix CD: (insert playlist here). We did nothing but lie around, light kissing, and looked into each other. It was the kind of Valentines day I've always wanted, except eating strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar--I never thought of that one before.

It is hard to get back into blogging, after missing it for a week in Taiwan. Somehow, I think the blogging habit has made the past "stickier." This will require further elaboration.