Still wishing.

While some aspects of the mean-ness of people have eased a bit, evidence has surfaced demonstrating that the person who so disappointed me last week has earned my distrust in spades.  Not only that, this person's actions have negatively affected other peoples' lives.  The ripples haven't stopped spreading, either.  I'm pretty much forcing myself to be productive at work (and doing all right at it, thank you) while creativity at home has pretty much come to a halt.  I have read four cozy mysteries in the past week, however, and have another not-so-cozy mystery on the Nook right now.  If nothing else, I'm taking refuge in literature.

Speaking of refuge, the second season of Poldark starts tonight.  I won't be watching it until tomorrow (on my computer) but watch it I will, to observe the perfection that is Aidan Turner.  He's a gorgeous man.  He has a nice smile, but honestly, it's when he frowns that I'm helpless.  I've never seen a man with a prettier frowny face.  I need to remember to get over to a local liquor store and pick up a bottle of wine... I have a meeting tomorrow that promises to test the limits of my endurance but when I get home, the Emperor will have dinner ready.  Afterward, I'll pour myself a glass of whatever I buy, and allow Ross Poldark to waltz across my screen and waft me off to the cliffs of Cornwall.