i was planning valentine's cards for friends who'd sent Christmas cards when March came creeping up behind me. these cards for friends who'd sent cards became St. Patrick's day when all of a sudden it is the end of May. the table is still covered in heart shaped stamps and purple ink pads. some friends have moved or changed their names, so the addresses are beginning to expire. i've forgotten who i've written to already and who is still waiting for a holiday reply. looking back, then, i see that all the pages inside all the cards are still blank.