In other news…just got off the phone with J, who is back at the batcave. Ok, our house. But batcave sounds cooler. I’ve been stressing a bit all day…wondering whether or not a package arrived safely to the house. I’d been checking the airborne express delivery tracking page (somewhat compulsively, as you do) and was shocked and dismayed to discover my package had been delivered at 9:08 this morning…to someone else. To a receptionist somewhere. Whose named sounded not at all familiar. Who signed for my package. Immediately I called up airborne express to inform them of this egregious error. The customer service rep was so nonchalant about it, but assured me it would be taken care of. Hours later she called back. While I was in a meeting. And I couldn’t confirm that she spoke the truth. I frantically called J to see if he’d received the package, but he was out and about. After hours of fretting, he called. And yes, the package had arrived. Along with an added bonus. My new issue of Bust Magazine was also delivered today. Yay!