I won't be home before quite late today, but I'm itching to check my mailbox. Why? Friday marked one week of being mailless. I tend not to count Thursdays, as that's junkmail day, and I can always anticipate something. But apart from that, I've spent a week trepidatiously inserting my key into the lock, only to be swallowed up by the vast emptiness inside my mailbox.

This is not a plea for lettermail. I know you have to send to receive, and I haven't had a lot of time to send lately, though it has been on my mind. But if flabbergasts me that I haven't even received a bill, or a Dear Occupant letter, or just something, for a week! But no. 'Tis not to be.

In preparing this entry, I've also randomly thought that I have spent a great deal of time maleless as well, so what's my problem with a week of maillessness? I love the English language...

I am going to the gym after work. Wish me luck.