Whew. I’d like to apologize for the horrible attitude displayed in my Valentine’s Day column. Lest you all think that my beau deserted me, we did go out to dinner on Feb. 13th.

Valentine’s Day Eve is a much better time to go out, anyway. Most importantly, nobody goes out the night before V-Day, so getting a reservation is no problem. I mean, how can you be romantic when you’re surrounded by other couples overtly exuding romance?

Also, if you’re into public adoration (you might have noticed by now that that’s one of my favorite things), it’s more fun to go out on Feb. 13th because the other folks in the restaurant will look at you and your significant other and think to themselves, “Oh, isn’t that sweet!”

So I’m feeling much better today. It’s the Tuesday after a three-day weekend. The best thing about a three-day weekend is the subsequent four-day work week!

It’s time to go running now. Later!

P.S. Let the record show that the beau in question came over the night I wrote this, and that there were flowers involved. 🙂