Terribly Late

Part of who I am is that my correspondence is usually festooned with stickers. You can always tell a letter is from me not by the return address but by the stickers on the envelopes. It's just something I do.

So, imagine my delight when I opened the Crater Lake stickers from my daughter and then the box of stickers from Meredith at Christmas. To use a rather ancient aphorism, I was happier than a pig in slop.

The problem is, these stickers have remained under the tree. I haven't written any thank yous. It's not that I don't think about doing it, I do. But I've been really weary in the evenings and it's just not something that calls to me. That's not a good thing because I know how happy I am when I receive a thank you note. I know my friends would like one, too.

I'm going to try to rectify that tonight. I received letters from friends in their Christmas cards and those letters compel me to answer them. I should write thank you notes at the same time. Then, I can get back to doing what I really like, covering the envelopes in stickers.

Beverage:  Huckleberry tea

Deb