Procrastination is the name of the game over here. Things I am actively not doing: Things I am doing: So more on that last part. Here’s the menu. Can you blame me?! I’ll brave the lovestruck crowds for crème brûlée! And yes, I am aware I could go by myself. And normally it wouldn’t even be a blip on my radar. But it’s VALENTINES. That would make me look pathetic. Even if anybody who bothered to meet me would quickly ascertain I am anything but. I’m just a single girl with an appetite. And now I’m out of things to talk about again. I refuse to talk about the rain. I’m sick of the rain. I refuse to talk politics… yet. I refuse to talk about the Super Bowl or Taylor Swift, because I didn’t watch it because I didn’t care. I met the new Agriculture Agent for our county today. I asked him if he was like John Dutton. He doesn’t watch Yellowstone, so he doesn’t realize what a compliment I gave him. He just shrugged and said that’s what everybody says. And here I thought I was original. What a disappointment. Nice guy, though. I dunno. I don’t wanna talk about nothin’, I wanna go to bed. I think I will. This is all you get. Yesterday’s was lengthy, they can’t all be Pulitzer material 😁 Once upon a timeI was…