To escape, escape.
Personal mail and parcels are a thing of the past. Sometimes I amuse myself by reading the subject titles of email in the junk mail folder, mostly written by headless, souless email generators, with nary a thought nor feeling.
Then there are the very, very rare times that warrant a celebration. The fact that it is so hard to come by, makes it even more special. The last time was more than two years ago. (No, no – do not ask what has happened to that since then.)
This one got here pretty quick.
So quick, I suspect the Customs even left me a little (unwanted) souvenir as visible on the third DVD case from the top. Why, thanks, but no thanks. Sigh.
Two sets. Eight cases. Twenty-two discs in all, to make up for lack of television, and to (hopefully) provide entertainment for the holidays ahead.
The long-awaited green code marathon well and truly starts now.