O, Mailman, Where Art Thou?

After coming home yesterday and finding that the community mailbox was completely smashed, I came home today to find nothing on the mail front. Absolutely nothing. The smashed boxes have been removed, with only the stands left behind. No boxes, so no mail there and no mail left at my door. I keep reminding myself that this is not the end of the world, but the truth is that I look forward to the mail every day. Even more so at the moment, because I am expecting a few packages. Perhaps tomorrow. If not, I suspect that I will start to experience withdrawl.

I'm still trying to decide what to read. With more than 100 books on my to-be-read list, you'd think that finding something wouldn't be a problem. I guess that's true--finding it isn't the challenge, choosing one is. Well, I'll get that worked out too.

Can you tell I'm feeling a bit mopey?

Alyssa