Why my memory is my memoir

I wrote my memoir about running when it hits forty because I miss warm weather. I like warm weather and feel isolated in my home once winter creeps up and taps me on the shoulder like a big fat jerk. I didn't really extrapolate on my cabin fever in the memoir because I didn't have time to. Sorry about the giant space after the title I'm not sure why formatting was acting stupid on me -- perhaps it has something to do with copy and pasting my work from Word.

In the meantime, Happy Valentine's Day all! 

You might as well thank your biochemistry for all those lovey-dovey happy feelings being in love makes you feel. Sorry oxytocin, you need a shout out too!

Oh, what? Too cynical? Fine. It's the human condition to fall in love. Now leave me to my box of chocolates, har-har.

Thank you tumblr for pretty pictures.