Well, thanks for our early mornings, my Christmas cards are done. There are no cute family photos, there are no personal touches. I seem to alternate years with my cards: boxed, handmade, boxed, handmade. Lucky for me this was a boxed year because try as I might I just couldn’t get a family picture or anything else to go my way.
Signed, stamped, and sealed, they are ready for the mailbox this morning. And although I know they’ll be out of order the second I drop them in the big blue box, all the US-bound cards are organized in ascending order according to zip code (and the Canadian ones alphabetically by last name.)
It doesn’t make a bit of difference to anyone but me. But it’s the only way I can keep a semblance of order amid the chaos I cannot control and the housekeeping that’s always one step ahead.
But you already knew I was crazy.