As for me, my valentine is, for the umpteenth year in a row, my cat. Wait . . . I think that Sarah was my valentine one year. Not sure when.
Tomorrow afternoon I will report to the airport at 4:00. I am not due home until 6:00 the next morning. It is going to be a long long night. I have a feeling that I will be sleeping through much of Saturday.
I know many people named Dave. Offhand, I can think of Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave, and Uncle David. And I'm sure I've missed a few.