Happy Valentine’s Day!

First off, I just have to address the post I wrote yesterday.

I mean to tell you guys, you should've seen it before I corrected the text through Grammarly.

It still reads like the ramblings of someone under the influence.

Which goes to show you, I am not used to getting high.

So, today I woke up hungover from the dental sedation.

It was pouring and I mean rain-gushing-through-gutters stormy.

After coffee, I told Surfer Boy, "I'm going on a hike up the hill."

"But it's pouring!"

"I don't care, I need to get some fresh air and work these drugs out of my system."

He knows better than to argue with me.

Both our iPhones blared with a government alert:

Severe flooding!

Avoid flood areas!

You'd think Southern Californians never saw the rain which is in fact true.

But as Y'all who've been following me know, I grew up in Miami and Floridians are not afraid of a little precipitation.

"You can't go out there," my well-meaning husband said.

Again ... he knows better than to argue so off I went.

And it was DIVINE!

I was the only person on the trail amidst the sideways rain.

After I came home and showered we celebrated with lunch at a fab restaurant and ordered a warm butter cake for dessert.

"This lunch is the best V-Day celebration," he said.

"This means our eight-thirty bedtime is intact," said I as we toasted each other.

Then I came home and worked on my book.

Yeehaw, I'm getting relatively close to the end of the first (and most difficult) revision pass.

Happy V-Day!