The tire chains you bought in Portland lean against the wall between our bedroom doors. A reminder to me (no doubt) to mail them to Carmen along with your sunglasses which arrived today (of course). The tire chains are funny to me. Never expected you to need them. Seemed like overkill. Reminded me of your father. Always prepared. My challenge will be making a trip to the post office in a timely manner (I'll try). I need stamps anyway. I'm guessing I can do the flat box without the post office being open.
