When you only get to the mail room every few weeks, it is like a birthday.
The last time I picked up mail was prior to leaving for Garmisch. Then follow with Denver and ABQ. One of my mail run mates made a pick up on the 12th.
Today I took the crew, and they hauled the boxes. I have mail for everyone in the group besides picking up books at the library and enough groceries to last the horde for maybe a week.
The only way I would be happier is if the yarn for the eldests shawl had arrived. Perhaps I messed up the order?