Thanks to all of you who had something nice to say to about my last post.  I appreciate your advice and your sticking up for me.  I think that I should be more clear about what I meant there; I feel fine at the moment, and it was only because I'd talked at length with a few people about the issue that I was able to write about it at all.  As far as I'm concerned, I'm on the right track now, and I'll just have to see where it leads.

Now if I could just get rid of these pop-up ads, my life would be sublime.

Last night, I took advantage of the cold weather to wear wool and cashmere.  That makes me feel, well, warm and fuzzy.  I realize of course that I'm awfully overdressed for this town, but at this point, I don't really care.  I went out for some more peppermint mocha (for purely therapeutic purposes, natch), and to write a bit.  It was surprisingly quiet there last night, but I was distracted by a really good-looking Asian guy who made a spectacle of himself and who sat down right next to me.  Then he started doing all those "look at me, look at me" things, like making odd noises, stretching luxuriously, casting sidelong glances, and tapping his feet.  Then when I decided to stare at him he ignored me.  Gee, I'd never have guessed he was from Houston.

Another annoying interlude took place around the greeting cards.  I was looking for a nice blank-inside card with a clever, appealing photo on the cover.  I couldn't find what I hoped for, but I did find a tall, somewhat nerdy-looking, guy whose voice cracked when I asked him about something he was holding.  I think I made him self-conscious, because after I let him rest a moment and I rifled through the bookmarks, he took off in the direction of the cash registers, made his purchase, and hurried out the door.  I could tell he was nervous because when he heard the sound of my footfall, he glanced over his shoulder at me and swayed on his feet.  I wish people would appreciate the amount of energy I put into flirting with them.  It's very draining.

I bought the Winter Fiction issue of The New Yorker and plan on enjoying that for a few days.  I'm going to take advantage of the lovely weather (sunny, breezy, in the 60s) to sit outside in the sunshine and relax.