On This Day

... usually, nothing happens.

I'm quite sure that cards and secret messages fly around among certain sections of the brethren, although Valentine's Day is most certainly not approved, but I was never part of any of it. I suppose I was the lone type of rebel, not the social type.

So it's a very happy feeling to have a reason to notice the passing of this date. I'm quite willing to set aside my suspicion that it's tacky and commercial, and just celebrate the fact that two people in this world have each other in their lives. As with Christmas, I can't help feeling that it's an alien custom to me, and worrying just a little about the pitfalls, but that's normal for me.

And with that, it's off out for dinner.