It used to be that whenever I didnít get any mail I would wonder who got my mail that day. The days when there really was no mail were rare, and kind of scary. Really, though, I think I lost more mail by misfiling it than the post office ever did by misdirecting it. Anyway, it wasnít a big worry, because there werenít many days when I didnít get at least a couple of advertisements or a few bills.
In the past two or three weeks, there have been several days when I didnít get any mail. The first time it happened, I freaked out as in the old days. By the second time, it had already started to seem like a pattern, so I didnít worry as much. After all, I pay most of my bills on line now, and I havenít bought anything much by mail order that I didnít order over the Internet. Most people who want to reach me do so by email, so thereís good reason that my mailbox (the metal one out on the street) will be empty once in awhile.
Then today I got a magazine that should have been delivered last Thursday or Friday, and it started me wondering again. I wondered where itís been all this time. I wondered if it had been dropped off in someone elseís box and spent a few days in a strange house before finding its way to me. Now probably the next time I donít get any mail, I wonít be so complacent. Itíll be like the old days, when a day without mail was a day to fret.