My sweet Bugs, an odd couple we are!
So close… but yet seemingly far.

Will you bring me flowers, pink and red?
love me still, though we’re long wed?

Your fuzzy chest… so grey and cute,
stole my heart and kept as loot.

It didn’t happen overnight.
There were times you gave me fright.

Friction between us blistered our pride.
There was nowhere to run or go hide.

Love is not a feeling nor something to spoil.
It’s a lifelong commitment to be loyal.

It’s made towards only one —
whether or not there’s any fun.

I won’t recall my better days.
The past’s a trap anyways.

We’re together in what’s ‘now,’
God knows I’ll find out how,

…to be my best for you yet still,
before life’s over, that I will!

What can I give you, my sweet Bugs?
Lots of kisses and long warm hugs!

You’ve been my Valentine for years already,
that’s what helps make my life steady.

It’s not predictability that gets boring,
nor is it hearing your loud snoring.

The culprit of boredom is the wanting.
Instead of giving, my selfishness gets haunting.

Valentine’s Day is for lovers.
Let’s always stay under our same covers!

I’m well aware of the way the mind of an alcoholic works. I’ve attended enough ACA meetings somewhere back in my past. What I’m talking about is the selective amnesia of not remembering in advance the consequence that even one glass of wine can have on a highly sensitive sensory system.

If I limit my intake of wine (I can only tolerate certain imported red wines) to three or four sips, then my sleep cycle isn’t disturbed. If I consume three-fourths of a glass early enough in the day (like around 1 or 2 PM) to have it be out of my system by the time I go to sleep at night, then that’s okay also. But if I have an entire glass before bed-time, I’m in for some struggles getting through the next day.

Whoever might think the simple solution to such post-wine evenings is to go take a nap, obviously doesn’t understand just how delicate a sleep cycle can be for some people. Everyone knows it’s harder to fall asleep when you’re not tired, but what most people don’t get is that the reverse can also be true. The more tired I am, the less likely I’ll be able to sleep.

Balance is the key for just about everything. It’s especially so for me (and all other too loud too bright too fast too tight people). I’m getting better at managing my life as I get older, but by the time I’ve mastered the art of the tight-rope walking technique, the buzzer will probably go off!