In a sheer culmination of joblessness, started a count of the number of times the word, "love" has appeared on this blog. The number on the first page itself made me gulp and deny I type it ever so often. (lousy excuse for laziness, if this is one!)

More honestly, I think I am turning soft and reading too much mush in the name of "classic literature". I should go back to spy thrillers despite my being able to guess the criminal half way through. Or maybe self-help. Cookery? Anything as long as it gets me off these love-sick posts. I'm beginning to annoy myself, really.