Outgoing was all the rage -- I made a fair few letters and postcards, which I can't wait to send on Monday morning, bright and early.
Today was a lovely day outside, but I--regretfully--did not spend it as such. Instead, I slept in until noon and then had a luxurious breakfast, and then wrote letters to a few of the lovely people I've been thinking of as of late.
I didn't go to the beach. I didn't continue my tan lines. I didn't write a rap song. And I didn't remodel my future-bedroom.
I just wrote letters.
And it felt great.
For more information on the piece to Mr. Bill, see my next post.
Now, I'm off for a run.
Time to get out of the house.
~ Ms. Always Traveling