>I’m sitting here pathetically waiting for the UPS man. I’m actually on the front porch, for fear that I won’t be able to reach the ground floor in time with only a doorbell separating me from my new monitor. Everything looks ok in the system, delivery date is on time, and they often come late around here.It’s normally 5:30 or so, sometimes as late as 6:00. I guess I should just go back upstairs and get the office ready. I’m just anxious. I’m waiting for Santa to arrive. Every diesel I hear makes my ear perk. I check around, but…
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