I felt pretty good this morning and had the best of the last three appointments with my new therapist today. Then my mood took a bit of a nose dive. The trigger was definitely feeling a bit bad about what I have (or don't have) for hubby's Valentine's day gifts. I am not nearly as into the whole gift-giving thing as my husband is. He's like a little boy in that respect. Only occasionally do I figure out something really special to get him. He's one of those types that has everything. I, on the other hand, am quite easy to buy for. Deep down, I wish we could just exchange cards and maybe he can get me some flowers and I'll get him some nice liquor and make him a fancy dessert. I've actually already bought the liquor, but he knows about it. I also have a card and plan to make him a chocolate hazelnut cake tomorrow. But he'll surely have wrapped surprise gifts for me. I wish he didn't.

I was going to make him special Czech yeast raised jam and poppyseed filled buns as a surprise for tomorrow's breakfast. I started making them only to find I had no yeast. I thought I had yeast. It was too late to go to the store, plus that squashed my motivation. I'm now in bed again. I'll make the cake tomorrow.

I went to get a donut this morning on my way home from therapy. There the clerk convinced me to buy two because of a special. Of course I ate both. The sugar probably contributed to my mood plummetting. I will make dinner, but I'm dreading it. Tonight is not a good night to order delivery or take out.