I had a lonely night, so the February feeling, which has been slowly receding to my periphery, started creeping back toward my center. I decided to combat the oozing heaviness with a facial. I knew I was going to be okay when I looked in the mirror and laughed right out loud at myself: green clay face accented with the snowy white creme bleach on my upper lip (oh, Italian ancestors, how did I inherit your dark facial hair but not your smooth olive complexion?) beneath my clipped back bangs, which are really too short for the clip and consequently were standing straight up. I laughed and I laughed. It was good laughter, so I know that in spite of the lonely feeling I can’t shake, it’s not all that bad. It’s going to get better.