I went to my parents’ house after work to be with Bo. With my parents gone, Bo is by himself and he doesn’t like to be alone. Little Bo loves people and loves to love people and he also loves to spin in circles. So I go home and we spin in circles together. My parents will be back from Mexico on Friday. Back to sloppy Philadelphia in all its snowy, rainy splendor.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. A day I used to dread. It always seemed like everyone was getting chocolates and flowers except me. I’d sit at home and watch romantic movies like Death in Venice and The Night Porter. I am glad I am not alone this year. I am glad I have someone.

I am suffering withdrawal! I keep thinking, “I must call Daddy… wait Daddy’s not here, I’ll call Mommy… wait Mommy’s not here either! AHahahaaiaiaiaiaiai!!” Yes, I am 33 years old. I call my parents every day. Numerous times throughout the day. Yes, I know. It’s all becoming clear. This explains my spinsterhood.

I had the oddest dream last night. I keep thinking about it, trying to make sense out of it. The dream felt like a movie. I was watching this large group of people wade out into the ocean. I was aware that there was an alien entity submerged in the water and the people were being compelled by this creature to enter the water. Everyone was anxious for the creature to reveal itself. In an instant, out from the water sprung two very, very tall naked women. Right after emerged two very, very morbidly obese, naked men. More weird, almost freakish creatures, unnaturally larger than normal humans, arose from out of the water. The people embraced them and I had a feeling these strange water nymphs were actually the collective dreams and desires of the group. Suddenly I too was submerged but I realized that the creature orchestrating this was evil and I started to swim away. As I tried to doggie paddle, I was transported to a different situation. The ocean bit was now over and one of the men went home to his wife. Once in his presence, his wife went mad and attacked him. I watched her viciously beat him. She used a walnut cracker to break his fingers. I could feel his pain as his fingers twisted and cracked. This was clearly brought on by the ocean creature and I wondered if all the people faced the same end.

My parents are in Mexico. They left early this morning. I am hoping and praying everything went smoothly and continues to go smoothly for them.

I am quite a bit jealous. It would be wonderful to feel the sun on my face and the warm sand between my toes. I think back to when I was laid off from my old job. Someone had said to me, “Donna, take a vacation- go somewhere warm and just veg for a week.” I laughed. How could I go on vacation when my whole world was upside down? And now I look back and wish I had taken a trip. Maybe it’s time for me to go somewhere? It feels like ages since I went on a trip to a place not within a 100 mile radius of where I live.

All and all, it was a good weekend. I got a lot of stuff accomplished. I had a period-induced mini-freak out this afternoon but I am feeling better and quite a bit foolish. Things happen when you got ovaries. Otherwise, everything else was good. Got to see the movie Reno 911 which I guiltily enjoyed. I audited my November commissions. I had a lovely dinner with Robert at an Italian restaurant. The food was crappy but the ambiance and company was wonderful. I spent time with Li Li and Bo. I talked on the phone with Audgie. Yeah, it was a good weekend. Except for the freak out.

I ‘d like to dedicate this, the greatest video of all time, to my parents. You see, tomorrow, my parents are breaking free. No, they are not breaking free to an orgiastic Prélude à l’après-midi d’un faune fantasy-world like Freddie Mercury. They are on their way to Mexico for 5 days to temporarily escape the seemingly interminable Philadelphia winter. I hope they have a wonderful time!