Life's Small Mysteries
So it snowed yesterday and my elbows were the worst they've ever been, clicking and catching and OW all day no matter what I did. Obviously I didn't go out, and the mailman decided to give us a miss, so my steps were untrodden white until SND came by in the afternoon and snowblowered everything away. And there's no mail delivery on Saturday. So I can't explain why, when I poked my head out this morning to check the state of the sidewalks, there was mail in my box. And important mail too: the gas bill (ouch) and the insurance premium (ouch ) and, finally, incandescens birthday present to me, a pair of Edmund Crispins in nice new editions, including short stories I don’t remember reading. So thanks very much, G. They take some of the sting out of items 1 and 2.
(I *have* occasionally seen posties doing their rounds in the evenings, presumably covering someone who was sick, so that may be why my mail came last night. Am only glad no porch pirates were about.)
(I *have* occasionally seen posties doing their rounds in the evenings, presumably covering someone who was sick, so that may be why my mail came last night. Am only glad no porch pirates were about.)