It was Valentine’s Day. I made a dinner reservation at Milano just in case, and the needles from the Christmas tree were everywhere. I even found some in the bathtub. I know, it doesn’t make any sense, but neither does the fact that I got a birthday card from President Bush in the mail. The guy hasn’t been in office for years, not to mention I’m a Democrat. Anyway, the box that flashes, the People Meter or whatever they call it, it stopped flashing, so I contacted Richard.
