toilet troubles

It's Valentine's Day, and I've got toilet troubles. It's been acting for about, oh, seven years now, and I've had it. I begged the handsome Russian building manager to get me a new one. He seems sympathetic. The plumber comes tomorrow. Tonight I will dream of polished white ceramic scentless basins and the noble chrome handles that control them with precision and dexterity.

All is well in San Francisco. (I mean, seriously, when aren't they?) Today I am home, cleaning my apartment, hanging pictures, and picking up my dry cleaning. And working. The sun is shining. And did I mention how handsome my building manager is? He was wearing a cute retro leather jacket over a down vest because, apparently, Russians are always cold.

Tonight I will cook a simple dinner for some friends, drink wine, and avoid the thronging crowds of happy couples. VD is a rather cruel holiday for singles, and we're in the majority these days, at least on the female side. Maybe we should get our own saint, who champions love of self, interdependence on friends and community, and self-fulfillment through pursuit of knowledge, hobbies, and service. Our day could be sponsored by Good Vibrations, great take-out places, and NetFlix. Ah, what a day that would be.

I am having fun, figuring out what to do with my life. Last night I spent two hours online, and finally purchased a car stereo (Mine was factory-installed in my Honda Civic in 1992. What a bargain!) and a digital camcorder. I am officially launching my media training business. I'm working on a brochure and planning a mailing to local PR agencies. It turns out this whole entrepreneurial thing is not that difficult to do. Next there will be professional associations to join and hobnobbing to do. Then maybe when I'm done working at UC Berkeley in April, I'll have more interesting work waiting for me.

OK, off to read more pages of the summer 07 catalog. Yippee!