For a basically goyishe day, Irene and I have a fondness for Valentines Day. It marks the halfway point to our next anniversary, often the divide between our parents' yahrtzeits, the season of massive snow if we are to get any, not to mention a calendar reminder to appreciate each other. I am usually chief chef, taking care to make something that Irene especially likes though not the same from one year to the next. I've been pondering the menu but not yet selected anything. The day itself comes out on Monday this year, the time of her evening rehearsals. Tuesday is the night before my Grand Rounds so it looks like Sunday will mark the special dinner with gifts and cards postponed until the actual day. We cannot overlook the practical.