Today is Valentines Day, but it's hard to get too worked up about it since the one I love is so far away. We'll make up for it whenever I get home, I'm sure. I will say it's nice to see my parents still in love after 55 years of marriage. My father has never been the demonstrative type, so it was a little surprising to hear him tell my mother he loved her as we put her to bed last night. Surprising and touching. I should be so lucky.
Actually, the holiday I think about the most these days is Groundhog's Day. That's the day I first drove down and my stay here is beginning to seem like the Bill Murray film. Every morning I half expect to be waken up by "I've Got You Babe". This is getting old.
