Just as I was beginning to feel unloved cause I didn't get a Valentine from anyone on Wednesday, I came into the office yesterday and found two!! Chocolate truffles in a tiny gold box from M, M, & S, and a sweet card and book from Mihaela of Marjane Satrapi cartoons, called "Embroideries." I said, Mihaela, how did you know I do embroidery? She said, oh, this book isn't about that. She said, it's about Iranian women's sex lives! Oh my! And Carolyn has said she is sending me a BIG Valentine, and to let her know when it arrives. It hasn't yet. What could it be? Then Rob called to say he and Robert had gotten me a card, but due to the ice they didn't go out on Wednesday. So, guess what? I am loved, after all.
I bought a chocolate bar from Pam, who was selling them for her kid's fundraiser. I bought one, put it in my coat pocket, went back to my office. Went out of the office for a few minutes, and when I came back found chocolate bar wrapper on the floor. Apparently, Bindi had gotten the bar out of my pocket and ate the whole thing. Ok, chocolate is bad for dogs, so after a call to the vet who said to look out for vomiting and diarrhea and effects of stimulants and news that it was good she hadn't eaten baker's chocolate, I waited. Nothing. So we went home, and Bindi got off her leash, and despite shivering from the cold and raising her paws alternately off the cold icy snow, she would not come in the house. I finally called my neighbor Annette who came over, and after I came into the house and hid, Bindi came in for Annette. Once again, I have not done enough training to get Bindi to come when I call. My bad. You'd think the dog would have enough sense to come in when it was so freezing, but noooooooooooo. All I can think is that she was torn by the desire to be outside off the leash and her desire to come in and be warm. Been there.
Bad backache today, probably from tensing up from the cold, and walking gingerly over ice and snowdrifts, and hauling firewood. Had a roaring fire for my two clients last night. Hot flames in the fireplace are at least as therapeutic as anything I have to say.
Watched "Grey's Anatomy" last night. Cliffhanger, but of course Meredith will pull through, with her revelations of having seen Denny and the bomb guy in her near death experience.