Not being able to get around to writing has reminded me of a little piece of my past (a VERY little piece). Back when I was in the U.S. Army I was stationed at Fort Knox in Kentucky. Yes, there actually is an Army base by that name--it's not just a gold depository. I was only in the service for two years, but in that time I managed to not write home nearly enough. I should mention that this was way back in the "dark ages" of the late 1980s. It was a time before the internet and before cell phones. While it may seem difficult for someone growing up today, there was a time--not all that long ago--when people would actually write letters as a way to keep in touch. And I'm talking about literally writing a letter on a piece of paper and using a pen of pencil rather than sending out an e-mail or a text or tweet. We did make phone calls too (frequently from an ancient device called a "Pay Phone"), but letter writing wasn't quite the endangered art form that it is today.
This isn't to say that I never wrote, it just wasn't as often as it could have been. During the first part of my time in the service I had a girlfriend and most of my writing involved letters sent to her. After we broke up I spent a lot more time feeling sorry for myself than writing. Either way, I never wrote home to my parents nearly as often as I wish I had. It's true that we're talking about something that I did (or didn't do) nearly a quarter-of-a-century ago, but I still regret my laziness to this day.
At one time my mother sent me a package full of snacks and presents around the time of my birthday. It was a wonderful little slice of HOME, and a great distraction from the daily grind of living in the barracks doing "Army stuff". There was one little item in it which was probably meant mostly as a joke, but it also let me know the error of my ways (as minor as that error might have been). It was a small cardboard box that contained a little wooden token. The small circle of wood had one word imprinted on it: "TUIT". My mother wrote on the box "In case you're waiting to write until you get around to it, here it is!" Yes, she had sent me a "Round Tuit". The obverse of this little novelty had the name of my father's personal company name, GUSCO, inscribed on it.