I hobbled down to the mailbox a few minutes ago and found a surprise — four red envelopes. Some people might not think that’s a little weird, because they’re on one of the bigger plans, but it’s not exactly normal for us average 3-at-a-timers.

Even stranger, they were all addressed to me.

The missing one showed up, almost a week late. It’s pretty beat up, and there’s this funny yellow sticker on it.

UNABLE TO FORWARD/FOR REVIEW
NO FORWARDING ORDER ON FILE
RETURN TO POSTMASTER
OF ORIGINAL ADDRESSEE FOR REVIEW

Really makes me wonder how much of my other mail has actually vanished into the Postal Void. And why someone tried to send my mail to somewhere else. Was Mr. Postal Worker confused by the fact that there are no cars in the driveway?

I guess that would throw people, and make them think that maybe nobody lived here. I mean, we’re the only house on the block that doesn’t have a full garage AND two or three cars parked all over the place.

In less interesting news, I’m still in pain. I can’t straighten my right leg because my knee really doesn’t like it, and I’m probably going to be wearing this aircast-like-thing on my left ankle for at least another week. I tried walking without it earlier, and I didn’t like it at all.

I have more NCIS now, though, so yay. Netflix time.