Some made anti-valentines. Some made valentines. The latter, I'm relieved to report, outnumbered the former.
It was fun. But I'm not going to send it.
Tomorrow, they say, is Lupercalia, an ancient Roman festival of wolves that traditionally involved much drinking, carousing, and a ceremony where young men ran around clad in goatskins lashing people with strips of goat skin for good luck.
I'm feeling like my luck is pretty good, actually.