Encouraged by the Professional Organizer friend, I tackled the intimidating large pile of cards, scraps of paper, illegible notes...
I sent out a bulk email confessing that these bits of contact information had gestated on my desk for so long that I no longer had any idea what I had intended or promised to send to anyone; and if they remembered, would they please let me know. Replies have already begun coming in; they are sweet, and touching, and funny, and poignant. And it is rather a comfort to discover that some other folks' memories are as bad as mine.
Mazal the cat is curled up nearby, and occasionally gives a guilt-inducing glance towards me, urging me to go upstairs so she could go properly to sleep: on the pillow next to my head, purring into my ear. I will comply.