I spent all day bleeding my fingers to the bone writing out Christmas cards. I remember there used to be a day when I could sit and write longhand all day without it bothering me. Now after the fourth card I felt like my fingers were turning to craggly, broken stumps that had been picked clean by my cats.
The sad thing is I actually can't send all these people emails. My great aunts don't use computers. And I figure every once in awhile I should send a real piece of mail to my friends and family. At a staggering cost, apparently.