Got the last of the charity checks written this morning -- all 25 of
them. I took this as an excuse to walk to the nearest post office, about
20 minutes away. I rarely go there; because of the way the streets are
laid out, the one twice as far away is a little faster to drive to.
And a little more convenient if I want to get on the freeway heading
toward work afterwards.
For someone who loves to walk and has lived 30 years in the same house, I
don't seem to have done much walking in the neighborhood. Of course, it's
not a very pretty place to walk, either, and it isn't always
safe. But still...
I haven't gotten everything much done that I wanted to, either.
It's an open question whether I'll even have an album preorder form up by midnight.
Probably not, though a little progress is being made. Hey, I got the
directory up, at least!
For many of my friends, 2006 has been a horrible year; for others it's
been wonderful. For all of us, here's hoping that 2007 is better.