I will answer the prompt, but I also recorded my day yesterday and will include that, too.
The title I would choose is “The Architecture of Being Alive.”
Galentine’s Day is my Valentine’s Day. Not as a consolation prize, but because it actually fits my life. I don’t have a partner right now, and instead of treating that as an absence, I’ve built a holiday around the relationships that are real and present. I look forward to this day all year.
This one unfolded exactly the way I needed it to.
I started the day on the road — the familiar drive from Baltimore out to Tiina’s — and stopped at McDonald’s for a cheeseburger and fries. The small cheeseburger is the perfect road‑trip food: the ratios are right, the geometry is correct, and it’s comforting in a way the Quarter Pounder never is. It’s become part of the ritual of heading out to see them.
When I arrived, Tiina handed me Hershey’s Kisses for Galentine’s Day, which is exactly her style: small, warm, unpretentious, and quietly affectionate. A tiny gesture that landed deeper than she probably realizes.
Later, I offered to help Brian build a sauna in the backyard. It felt right — the three of us each have our roles, and mine is always the sequencing, the structure, the “let’s make this coherent” part. The idea of building a sauna together feels like building a memory in advance.
By the evening, we were being fancy in our own way, which means amaretto sours. Except this time, Tiina had her son make them for us, and they were way too strong because of course he couldn’t taste them. We laughed about it, had sushi for dinner — clean, bright, intentional — and settled in to watch The Traitors.
At some point, I thought about heading home, but then Tiina said, “let’s have one more,” and that was the end of that. I fell asleep on the couch, which honestly felt like the most natural conclusion to the day.
It was a wonderful holiday. Not because anything dramatic happened, but because everything was in the right proportions: comfort, affection, ritual, and the people who make my life feel like a place. Galentine’s Day fits me better than Valentine’s Day ever has, and this year reminded me why.
Scored by Copilot. Conducted by Leslie Lanagan.
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