Now that she is away at college, the job is once again mine, and I fear I’m a bit of a laggard at it.
I’ll forget for days on end and then will unlock a box stuffed to the gills with supermarket specials, credit card solicitations and bills.
But yesterday the build-up yielded a JACKPOT — an assortment of four honest-to-goodness cards, largesse I never receive outside of Christmas anymore, and even that holiday has been migrating to email.
So hurrah for a throw-back day of good, old-fashioned snail mail. I may have to trot down those steps more often!