Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

The note that came with the flowers adrian_turtle sent to my office this week:

Dear Vicki, I love you and I'm proud of you. We're all ridiculously sentimental. Love, A.

This morning at work, I heard someone ask a third party if they knew (a slightly mangled version of) my name. I said "that's me" and was presented with a package from a florist.

Red roses. With a very sweet note, including the phrase "we are all ridiculously sentimental" and signed simply "A."

I guessed at which A it was. I guessed wrong, and cattitude told me that he didn't actually know where I was working, I remembered adrian_turtle asking yesterday what my new employer is called, and he observed that I have a clever, sneaky turtle. I do, at that. I am pleased.