Seven days until Valentine's Day, and my sweetie probably wants me to drop off the face of the earth. Not her fault, really. I've been rather childish lately. What is it inside me that makes it so hard for me to admit when I'm wrong? To just say I'm sorry -- and to keep from making the same mistake twice?

Recognizing the arrogance I've been exhibiting at work, I prayed to the Goddess for humility. I just expected to have to exercise it at work, not at home. Another reminder, I suppose, that everything is connected.

Speaking of connectivity, I have none. The movers came on Friday to schlep our stuff to the new office. Quarters are slightly less cramped now, but I'm still sharing a phone line. And now, I have no connection to the network. Which leaves me essentially dead in the water.

Reminds me of a passage in Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions likening our dependence on a Higher Power to our dependence on running water and electricity. Internet: the Higher Power for the naughties.