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Sometimes, I think my workplace is something out of ER. The interminal meetings were punctuated by: medical drama, a guy from Nepal gets asylum, job interviews, a (three time put-offed) yearbook picture, lost and found email, network outages, arguments with subordinates over email, and figuring out what’s for lunch. This was all true.

P and I had dinner at Bar Tabac on Smith Street, passing on Sur because it was completely empty, which we took to be a bad sign on Valentines. We had a little intermission at One Girl Cookies to make up for getting doused by a car speeding through slush.

It was kind of busy at Bar Tabac, but we were seated immediately without reservations. We ordered all of the specials, plus an onion soup for myself, and we were well satisfied. They had their live band playing several pieces, including “Blue Skies”. Absolutely wonderful!

Watched the tail-end of the Westminster Dog Show on USA network. Rufus is pretty darn cute!