It's that time of year, again.
My first two years postcrossing, I found that I cannot end the year without addressing my expired postcards, and this year is no different.
I have nine of them. These were the cards I was supposed to send right after I ended up in the hospital last June/July.
A lot of postcards got lost in the shuffle last summer, so I am going to spend this afternoon getting to know those postcrossers again (by their profiles of course), picking new postcards for each of them, writing or drawing something on them - and getting them mailed out.
...And then there is the package I need to finish for a midwest city gnome who makes me smile.