After so many years of happy, stable, romantic Valentine's Days, I now appear to be obtaining balance. I've embarked upon a streak of V-day weekends that will make me rue the existence of the holiday. This isn't because I'm alone, but because the love life actually gets markedly worse. I'm fine with maintaining, but backsliding? Seriously?

Anyway, I'm aware that two years do not make a streak, but at this point it might be called a pattern. It's entirely possible that this year will resurrect itself, and altogether likely that the scenario will not repeat next year.