It's almost that wonderful time of the month again and I'm feeling lonely and weepy. I spent a very long time today snuggling the dog, which was wonderful. If I ever get married, I think it will have to be the job of my husband to sit around and tell me he loves me. My dog can't talk, but he's pretty good at making it clear and it's exactly what I need in these moods. Too bad it isn't 50 years ago and people would just call them "spells" and I'd be considered a bit eccentric in a romantic sort of way. Ay, me!