I'm tempted to wish you all a happy Valentine's Day, but I'm willing to bet that you can be divided into three groups: the people who hate this day, the people who could give a rat's ass about this day, and the people who are going to have a good day without regard to what I wish.

So. How about that weather? Fills the whole sky, dunnit?

Sacha -- whose new kittens are absolutely adorable -- and I went out to a Tapas restaurant for the aforementioned Spanish appetizers, and paella. The vegetables were tasty, and the paella was very nice, but the lesson I pulled away from the whole thing was that Tapas and Paella are remarkably simple dishes despite their intimidating foreign names.

However, all hints of simplicity were abolished by the desserts, which were amazing. For the first time in my life, I've had a flan that didn't make me want to vomit.

I woke up with the very firm impression that Sesquipedalian was a real word, but did not mean quite what I'd thought it meant within the context of the dream; which is to say "of or possessing six feet".

Silly Jesse, I thought to myself; that would be hexapedal, not sesquipedal.

And in fact, I was right. The prefix sesqui- means "one and a half"... a numerical quantifier that I'm kind of surprised deserved its own prefix.