It is International Correspondence Writing Month, which is February, which is the month during which you write a letter a day to whomever you like. It’s lovely, and I do often, or at least usually, write a few letters in February, although I’ve never successfully completed an InCoWriMo. My stamina is low (it’s pathetic) and my mind is filled with holes, the holes filled with stagnant air and the longing for some sort of crispy potato something.
We did another pencil meet, and it’s turned out to be a lot more fun now that Naomi has her own stationery and opinions. While we talk about stationery all the time here, as a family, we have these pencil meets as a formal event, where we set a time and get snacks and everyone has a chance to gather up whatever supplies they want to talk about, maybe once a year. The impetus was Naomi getting this unicorn multi-pen from her school for Lunar New Year.
Reliable Fish and Chips is closing. Not so reliable any more, eh? Haha, I sob into my fish and chips, salt and vinegar and tears and unfunny jokes making the whole situation even sadder.
The kids have gone back to school, and I’m both relieved and also more and more anxious about a thousand things for them, both Covid and non Covid related.
Another pen pal match up!
I had previously stated that Tuna had ceded most of the house except the kitchen and bathroom to Chicken, and this has turned out to be untrue, no news cycle able to keep up with the vagaries of love between these two.