I love email but there is something special about getting real mail, not bills, not flyers, but a real, honest-to-goodness handwritten note from someone. Knowing that someone took the time to send it, makes all the difference in the world.
Letter writing is a lost art in a time when the world is at our fingertips. Remember the joy of mail and drop someone a note just to let them know you're thinking of them.
That was not a paid advertisement for the postal service! I just remember the joy when that was the main way to communicate.
On the unemployment front, my brother-in-law asked me today how it felt be married to a bum. I said, no difference, he stills sleeps in the same recliner.
I have to brag on Hubby. He has worked on duct work, pieces that needed repair and on a few other things under the house...too cold to be fencing. I am presently sitting close to a vent that wasn't quite warming me yesterday, today my body is warm! Thank you, my poor unemployed bum of a husband. I haven't had to give him a honey-do list yet!
I can't wait to see what he does next!!
