Who am I to disregard today's chocolate-with-impunity Valentine soirée?

So it is, with cocoa butter coursing my veins, I tweak a Feedblitz email (to send you, whenever I publish here), picks and previews purring along when, suddenly, like a vision, a mysterious menu glides down from the browser toolbar.  It contains one word, 'focus,' and the OK button.  Hmm.  Focus.  I've been focusing - or is the muse of confection warning of false highs?

It is a wee bit ironic that a holiday of the impassioned heart should do everything in its power to throw us into cardiac arrest.  In these leanest of times, there is gathering evidence (i.e. focus - OK from the browser bar) that even the computer gods would have us give up childish ways and walk on bolder ground. The 'focus' message here would redirect me from the tedium of tweak to my worthier companion, dwell.

So I click OK. 

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands,
but in seeing with new eyes.
Marcel Proust

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