Happy Valentines Day to those who care. It's not that we don't love each other but my husband and I decided not to exchange gifts this year. We've been together for 27 years. Our first Valentine's Day he took a chunk of hash and shaped it into a heart. No, seriously. Tomorrow I will go and buy myself a box of milk chocolate covered cherries (everyone else in this house thinks they're gross) which I love and I'll be happy with that. Plus tonight my sister and I are making a shower for our niece who is getting married in April. So that kinda kills any sort of romantic dinner but tonight is the only night we could do if we wanted to include my daughter who is home from university for Reading Week. I love my kids. I would do anything for them. But going from clean and quiet to messy and loud overnight is a huge leap for me. Before I know it they'll both be gone and I'll miss them all over again.
I have been mostly editing my memoir lately while binge watching a T.V. show from 2012 (I think) called Nurse Jackie. I loved it and highly recommend you check it out. The writing is slow going although. I am at the part where I introduce the role my parents played in my illness and it's really difficult to write. That's all I'll say for now, don't want to give away too much. This is actually my third attempt at this chapter in the book which tells you how hard it is for me to write it.
In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy my kids and try to stay warm. It's -40 degrees Celsius here.
