If you've found me, thanks.
I'm still into this celebratory week that about 1/5 of the globe celebrates.
Here's a poem for you and the website I got it from.
I wish you a Happy Pig year, even though I don't eat pork!
May 2007 and the Boar be good for you and yours:
My bed is so empty that I keep on waking up;
as the cold increases, the night-wind begins to blow.
It rustles the curtains, making a noise like the sea.
Oh that those were waves which could carry me back to you.
What can I tell you. I've been in the Midwest and New York and it's been chilly!
PS: Have a happy belated Valentine's day, too. -- tm