got time to wonder, to waste and to whine

picking up the phone for the seventh time in one day, i tell myself that finally, i've achieved life-long goal number 6794.02- be popular determined by numerous phone calls.

it's ashley. i don't immediately recognize her voice. she asks me if it would be possible for me to walk to the libray and pick up anna.

i tell her that it's not a problem, but secretly i'm not sure why i have to pick her up. [i later remembered that not only do ashley and anna live in much larger and therefore probably much risky cities during the summer, but that they're both tiny pretty things that couldn't put up a fight and easily win, unlike me in my hulking-ness]

after gathering up anna, we stop to check our mail boxes in res-commons.

wedged into mine in such a way as to make it nearly impossible to retrieve is a small, brown papered package from wiarton. the return address doesn't say 'the mommy' like it usually does, but rather 'the fish shop.'

my mom sent me a can of salmon in the mail. i've never been happier.