Working again, so time is short. Such is the nature of battling against deadlines. I miss the chance to blog well and with feeling. So today’s offering is tactile…something that I love and that I’d have difficulty finding the right words to describe, even if I had the entire day free. Something which sets me “right” in my daily existence: old leather. The more the years go by, the more I love these things, cherish them. I don’t remember where many of them came from. Some were handed down to me, already old and well-loved. Some I bought myself. Some just happened into my path and I kept them, knowing I’d keep them forever.