Just when I thought Matt was an anti-romantic, he surprised me this morning. Several times.

He left the apartment this morning before me. When I went into the kitchen to make breakfast, I found one of these leaning against my container of oatmeal. (He knew I would have oatmeal? Am I that predictable?)

It was so sweet of him.

Then I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and found another one tucked between my electric toothbrush and the toothbrush holder.

Then I found one underneath my cellphone.

Then I found one tucked into the collar of my coat.

Then I found one on my computer keyboard.

Matt’s so sweet.

I put them all onto his desk chair next to the (really sentimental and cheesy) card I got him.

Then, while I was waiting on the PATH platform for the train to arrive, I took my book out of my bag and opened it. Tucked in next to the bookmark was yet another one. That one really made me smile.

Then I was at my office, putting some stuff into my bag to go to a meeting, and I found another one!

Hmm… there are eight on that website. Is there one more I haven’t found yet?

The snow was fun. 26.9 inches. Excellent. I love watching snow fall, and I’m always a bit sad when it finally stops. Falling snow is like being under a warm blanket; nobody’s outside, everyone’s insulated in their homes. When it stops snowing, everyone’s out and about and it sort of ruins everything.

I have today off from work for Lincoln’s birthday (which was actually yesterday). As a state employee, I get separate days for Lincoln’s and Washington’s birthdays. The problem with a Monday off that nobody else has off is that there’s not really anything to do. But it beats going to work.

Coincidentally, yesterday, Lincoln’s actual birthday, I began reading Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln by Doris Kearns Goodwin. This, a day after I finished reading the mammoth The Rise of American Democracy: Jefferson to Lincoln by Sean Wilentz. I guess I’m on a Lincoln kick. Or, I’m on a reading-books-I-got-as-gifts-over-the-holidays kick.

As another commemmoration of our 16th president, here’s a photo I never knew existed: Lincoln at Peace, taken the day after he was murdered. Creepy, but calming.

Have you ever been drunk, but only like 70 percent of you is drunk, and the sober 30 percent of you is watching Drunk You but is trapped inside your head and can’t do anything about it? That’s how I was last night. Either I hadn’t eaten enough or I’d drunk too quickly, but before I knew it I was standing in my friend’s kitchen, looking at my image in the mirror as it kept scrolling up before my eyes like a TV with a vertical hold problem. Then I was lying on the dining room floor, while Sober Me wished Drunk Me would just go away.

Matt took me home and I was asleep by 11:30. Some Friday night.