I just got back from a trip to the mailbox. It was invigorating in so many ways!
1) I am Snail-Mail impaired. I rarely write letters, quit because I don’t know someone’s address, or just let the poor stamped envelope sit forlornly on the counter for days. Days. So it’s a big deal when I get my act together.
2) There were seven notes going out today. SEVEN. Not that I’m running out of stuff that could leave the house, but I figured the upcoming Valentine’s Day was a good excuse to send a note or two. Or seven.
3) It’s cold out there. Not North Dakota, mind-numbing, pain-in-the-lungs cold… but cold. I wish I had worn my wool socks. And my scarf. Was jealous of the tot who insisted on wearing her snowpants for a three-block walk on pavement.