1) Yesterday I thought I'd lost my deck of tarot cards. I bought them my freshman year of college, 1982, 35 years ago at Br******* B***smith. Thirty-five years ago. I keep them wrapped in a black silk handkerchief (bought for the purpose) inside a sham Indian box (bought for the purpose in 1983) from D*****W****. I was kind of up in the air about having to get a new deck, start all over again after all this time. Got my weekend host to search - but surely I couldn't have left them someplace?! Could I? You can imagine my relief when I found them under my own bed last night. Often I sleep with them under my pillow, and they had popped out the back and fallen behind the mattress.
2) Accounting is not one of my favorite things.
3) Early this afternoon I have a teleconference with my 15th 50th reunion committee. I've been doing this a long time . . .