It’s a superfluous holiday, certainly. Invented to sell greeting cards and flowers and candy.
And, let’s face it, it was invented for people like me, because I need only the flimsiest of excuses to get presents for people.
“Ooh, full moon today, I’ll get my friend a card!”
My mate came into the den this morning to find a box of candy in his chair, a big-ass heart-shaped cookie on his desk, and a balloon that says “I love you” floating above it all.
“Went a little overboard, didn’t you?”
“Don’t I always?”
“Sometimes you do nothing.”
“Yes, those are the choices.”
On another note, last night I had a dream that my friend Judge sent me home videos of his family at a baseball game. They were all wearing jerseys of the team they were rooting for, and for some reason wearing funky silver wigs. The kids were laughing and shaking their heads to make the silver wigs rustle. Then there were some other movies he had made, but the dream broke up so I don’t remember them.