Tewsdeigh

I slept in late this morning, preparing myself for my new work schedule. Yes, I have a job, but it's second shift. At least it's a job I should be able to keep for more than a few weeks without worry about a layoff.

Anyway, I was reading the Chicago Tribune (online, of course, which is a blessing for this particular Cascadian expat), drinking my coffee & following the story about the Illinois governor going to jail, etc. The doorbell rang & I found a special package from the USPS just outside the apartment door. From my friend Keith back in River City. I tore it open, excited at the prospect of items from my home town. Yes, first was an actual copy of one of Portland's weekly papers, the Mercury, which I will be able to savor without reading it online, then a box of chocolates (for my wife, the accompanying card specified--fine with me considering the other contents), hazelnuts & smoked salmon as well! Oh, and a package of fine coffee from a renowned Oregon roaster. Truly a care package for this homsesick lad. Thanks, Keith!