I must be an awful person.  Not one friend sent me even a generic, blast email, Valentine wish.  None!  Zippo!

I didn’t expect flowers, candy, or anything of that sort, but an email would have been nice.  Perhaps I have not only burned some bridges behind me, but torpedoed them.  Even so, someone, some blast from the past, should have at least thought about it.  This confirms my worst fear.  I am now a real old bitty, cat lady, who lives alone and will die alone.  My cold dead body will be found after several days half eaten by cats.

Happy Valentine’s Day.