Poor me, DH is out of town at a workshop all week.
So dinner is a solo event.
BUT... found a love poem and valentine hidden under the dinner plates this morning (with an email instructing me to look for it there).
And I've been getting romantic emails and phone calls since Sunday.
So I'm not complaining.
Besides, this is giving me time to clean out closets, which tends to freak out DH but pleases me greatly.
Not HIS closets, mind you. That would be rude.
But the medicine cabinet and pantry are looking much tidier, with plenty of free space. And I have two (count 'em!) bags of clothes which are too large for me, waiting to go to the thrift shop tomorrow. Feeling quite smug about this.