I'm wrapping up the twice-or-thrice-yearly ritual of sorting through my Big Freakin' Pile of Paperwork and deciding what to do with it all. I usually have to make a few new file folders, and each time it's somewhat interesting to see what new categories of paper there are in my life. This time, they were "event programs and tickets 2007", "recording gear", and "Flexcar".
Finding the birthday card that Willow gave me in March has triggered a pang of nostalgia mixed with guilt for missing her birthday last week! She's six. I'll drop a Christmas card in the mail for her tomorrow. She likes mail.