So, I got a big box delivered about 2 weeks ago. It has been sitting in my hall because it is non-perishable and while I thought I needed it 2 weeks ago, I have only been able to get to it now.

I unpacked the box and made sure my items were there and what do I see at the bottom of the box?

Two small envelopes that were next day delivery to OTHER PEOPLE!

!!!

Both were going to areas of the big hospital and looked like diagnostics and/or test results!

So I called FedEx and told them that I found packages addressed to other people in my box. What should I do?

She asked for the tracking numbers, which I gave her, and she said: "they have been looking for those packages" and I replied, "I bet" (these were next day, Saturday morning delivery for July 6th).

I told her I would bring them to my mailbox place tomorrow morning before noon. She said that is fine. I actually would have dropped them off at the hospital if they wanted me to. It makes me nervous that some poor souls have been waiting for test results and FedEx fucked up this badly.

I've nothing against the prayer, and certainly nothing against being closed on Sundays. Hell, I actually wish more places were closed on Sundays for the sake of the workers and to just quiet ourselves down for a day.

But sending money to pro "family values" anti-equality organizations? Yeah, no thanks. But it's not as though anything on their menu would appeal to me, anyway.

I love Chik-Fil-A, and it makes me very sad.

I'm with java on this one. It's not the Christianity that is problematic for me, it's the bigotry and discrimination.

Sometimes when I was unexpectedly admitted to the hospital, Kat would bring me a care package with clothes and trashy magazines and a toothbrush and at least once a baby, but she didn't leave the baby. I'm wearing the cherry pie pajama top she gave me right now because it's not constricting and comfortable when I have a bad headache and it made me think of that.

She's very nice.

Aww. She's a good'un, our Kat.

I totally would have left the baby, but I fear he'd make the headache worse not better. Is that hospital even still a hospital, ita?

Somehow they're trying to get money out of me without still being a hospital. Needless to say I'm paying them as slowly as I can manage because they don't exist, and maybe they'll realise that before I finish.

I guess he was in the portable stage, but not reliably quiet? Still cute though. I will give him that. Your kids are consistent charmers.

The cherry pie top does not go with the hot pink plaid pyjama bottoms, but hey. It is time to be self indulgent. And have more honey graham crackers.

And the True Lemon combined with the fizzy water makes it amazingly palatable. I'd have drunk the glass of water anyway, but I've startled myself how fast that went. I'm going to have another.

True Lemon and fizzy water is totally like, my go-to drink at the moment. Which reminds me! I need to buy more fizz!

I have two bottles going, so I can go get a refill while one is still fizzing merrily, but I am slacking with that. Like, this week, maybe.

The drink tastes so tasty, and now that I can't find my proper juice mixes anymore--it's this or tea. All I drink at home.