I don't have any plans because I've come down with a mysterious version of the plague. Basically, my symptoms are exactly the same as what Philomena had before she BURST INTO FLAMES AND DIED. I have a fire extinguisher next to my bed, just in case.
Also, there's like 2ft of rock-hard snow here in Baltimare, so there wouldn't be much of the doing of the plans even if I weren't on the verge of death.
I figured I would spend my day loudly groaning about the random bursts of heat and cold I'm feeling and would yell for my husband to go get stuff for me, wait for him to sit down, then ask for something else. You know, typical sick person stuff. My husband draws me a comic every year for Lovey Dovey Smoochfest day, but I suspect he forgot this year, so I was also going to play up how much I need a comic today otherwise my immune system will stop fighting the infection and I will literally die. I've been sneezing all night, so it will be super easy to cry on cue.
LOL! I will still make the most of the day despite the circumstances! Heeeheeeheeeheheheheheheeeee!