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July 31, 2016

At the very moment I was checking a package's delivery status online, noting it was to arrive by the end of today, and thinking, "I should dry my hair.  I don't want the delivery person to see me less than Auntie Mame fabulous," the buzzer buzzed, an intercom voice announced a package, I dashed out to the front door, and a box was placed in my hands.  BY GREGORY PECK.  Who did not care even one skosh about my wet hair .

 

All right.  So most of that is true.  It does not take much to make me giddily happy.