I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I should write something all night. It’s Valentine’s Day, after all. That alone should provide some inspiration, be it cynical or sweet, right?
Indeed.
But before I can get very far, that still small voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the the old adage: “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”
Mum’s the word.
Incandescent Ink 
Good Grief Charlie Brown!