This weekend I finally began working on our Christmas cards. I started off on a high note, finding the cards I bought last year in the first place I looked, but my motivation flagged when I realized that even though I have this lovely little binder to record addresses I seem to have lost track of several people’s whereabouts. Perhaps if I caress the embossed leather cover in just the right way a holiday genie will appear and grant me my wish to know where I put the information that I should have put in the book.

One year ago: My Most Memorable Day & One Picnicker, All Alone
Two years ago: Four Days in Utah
Three years ago: Winter Count–August
Four years ago: Back When It Was Warm
Five years ago: Not According to Plan
Six years ago: Missing