Valentines

I was ready on Wednesday to do this post when I learned Windows wanted me to do an update ASAP; that took most of that day. Thursday was my Festival of Third Grade Pen Pals. One whippersnapper addressed me as Dear Mrs. Danyolsin and now I sort of want to spell my name this way forever.

I thought today would be a languorous day devoted to writing.

Not.

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As some of you know it was an unromantically large number of years ago when Len gave me flowers. (The story is here.) 

The next morning, he drove me home on his way to work (read the first article if you have forgotten how why I spent the night at his house and in his bed…)