It’s Valentine’s Day, I’m single, and that’s about it. I’ll be keeping my head down for the rest of the day, so if you’re looking for me, I’m not under my desk.

In other news, this accursed “holiday” got me to think about my eating habits (trust me, there’s a logic loop in there somewhere). Back in the days that I was excited about VD (and isn’t that double entendre interesting?), I would cook a lot; mostly because I actually enjoy it and am pretty competent at it. Nowadays, though, I’ve realized that most of my food seems to come out of either a can or a bag, and almost all of it has at least some contact with my microwave. I’m not completely in-adept, and I’m proud to say I don’t own even one box of Mac ‘n Cheese or Top Ramen, but still, an inordinate amount of my diet seems to consist of cheese and tortilla chips. It makes me wonder what I would do without a microwave; and, coming from a family that replaced that particular new-fangled device with a double-oven in a house they were moving into, not having one is a distinct possibility. When and if that ever happens, I predict I will get totally into Spam. Wish me luck…