The mail carrier arrived during my break time today. I grew up thinking that mail carriers had a pretty set routine. They wouldn’t arrive at exactly the same time every single day, but they would be within some kind of window. This does not seem to be the case with the delivery to my house–or more specifically to the group of mailboxes across the street from my house since I lost door to door mail delivery. The postal worker arrives at different times each day. The window for delivery seems to be between 10 and 4. This is not a complaint. It is merely an observation.
Today, the mail arrived early enough that I could go out and get it before teaching my next class. I am expecting some accessories to Zwift with. I also bought a bunch of stamps for the stamp collection. Sadly, none of those things came today. Instead I got an ad for a new housing development north of where I live and some coupons for pizza. A new house would be nice, but the payments would probably be astronomical. Pizza would also be good. You could imagine which coupons I kept.
In addition to this exciting mail, I also got a catalogue for Busy Bee Tools. I have been there before and you can read about it here. I guess I put my name on their mailing list. This doesn’t bother me because a catalogue full of tools sounds like a great idea.
I sat and looked through the catalogue while drinking a cup of coffee to finish off my break–it is quite a lengthy break. I poured over the pages and started reorganizing the fantasy shop in my head to accommodate all of these tools and the projects I would build. I spent my break in that fantasy world. Maybe it was my imagination, but the coffee tasted even better. It brought enough calmness that the rest of the classes were a breeze. I even told my students about it and one of them, who also happens to follow the blog, asked if it was Today’s Perfect Moment. I didn’t detect a note of sarcasm, so I told him exactly what I am writing for you. Yes, indeed. Getting deeply entranced by the catalogue is Today’s Perfect Moment.