writing the date and realising

Happy Birthday, father Zebadee  (and can I have your new address sometime…)

Four friends have had birthdays so far this month, and I missed them all.  I know I usually don’t get round to sending any of the many fine cards I buy for my friends, but to commit so many sins of omission is rare.

Hmm.  Do you suppose I should take this opportunity to send the Christmas cards I got for my parents last year and the year before (6 in total, still funny, still here)?

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