I managed to send only one piece of mail today. It was a postcard to a Postcrosser in Los Angeles. But at least it was a pretty one, a field of lupines by the water at Turnagain Arm, Alaska, a little south of Anchorage. The gorgeous blues and purples and the luminosity of the water makes me want to go back there. (But probably not in February.)
Tomorrow I hope to get at least one actual letter written.