An Abrupt and Welcome Reversal

This morning sucked. It started at 1:00 a.m., which is one of the reasons it sucked. Then it sucked some more, in new and exciting ways, and all of that was before I even got to work at the stunningly late hour of 10:45 a.m. Even the Ms. Magazine “50+ kick-ass women” issue that C. gave me yesterday did not dent my crankiness.

On my way home, I was very diligent and made myself read William Julius Wilson instead of daydreaming about some theoretical universe where I have a lot more money and a house and a car and all the other stuff that I’m convinced would make me happier than I am now.

On the way to my front door, I found in my mailbox my two first issues of Organic Style magazine (the low-emotional-and-environmental-toxicity version of Glamour, I hope), a free cookbook that I got for subscribing, and a bookstore gift card from my cool grandfather and his awesome wife.

At my front door, I found a surprise box full of Anne Lamott, Amy Tan, and Margaret Atwood books from my baby sister. I almost threw out the packing slip, but on my way to the trash can I noticed that there seemed to be a lot of extra typing on it.

Her message, broken up into one segment under each book line item, is as follows:

Have a free silly note. Sorry but I chose not to waste more on wrapping paper. I thought the book pages were enough! You wasteful person, wanter of books! And, no, this isn’t hypocritical because I have suddenly gotten rid of all my books! Please do not come to my home to verify this information because it is possible someone might have replaced all my books with the exact same books I had before! And Merry Christmas!

The world is good again.