So I stopped home for lunch and finally got the books I ordered two weeks ago. (They made it as far as the local USPS hub, then someone sent them out to Denver for a couple days and they made it back to the hub yesterday. In addition, somewhere during the journey the box was apparently involved in a game of package baseball, though whether it was used as the ball or a base, I'm not sure.)
I also recieved a letter from my insurance company saying they will not renew my policy when it expires in September. Which logically is fine, considering how much they dicked me around after my second accident, I really need to get a different company, but it still feels like a personal offense.