I had large chunks of time today, and they were blocked out for letter-writing. My lofty goal was to write 10 letters, and I failed... but I wrote 9, and they were 9 good ones. And now I'm exhausted (only 5.25 hours of sleep last night, so on a bit of a deficit) and must sleep, but I'm still feeling good about the 9 letters I wrote.
What a lovely feeling, addressing that envelope with individually selected stamps, and seeing it waiting by the door to begin its journey tomorrow...
