Owl Post
Waiting is hard.
Waiting for Christmas and birthdays when you're a kid. Waiting for babies to be born when you're a grownup. Waiting for the most anticipated publishing event in recent history, no matter what your age.
Harry Potter is winging its way toward me as I write this. Unfortunately, it's being delivered by muggle post, not owl. That means that my day is pretty much on hold until the postman calls, since unlike owls, he can't find me wherever I may wander today.
At least he won't have to ring twice. In honour of this momentous occasion, I actually got my apartment buzzer fixed. For the past six months or so, my buzzer code has been assigned to a different apartment. A little inconvenient for the pizza guy, but it does cut down on the unwanted visitors. But I couldn't bear the thought of possibly missing out on my Harry Potter (and the fact that I paid through the nose for express shipping was only part of the reason), so I finally broke down and got the darn thing fixed.
Now I just have to wait.
