A couple of folks have written about their fears lately.
Dornbrau wrote about her fear of spiders. Dpoem wrote about
several things he fears, but being afraid of Buicks made me laugh the
I have a fear. I always fear that USPS, which stands for UnSusPected
Stupidity, will find yet another way to make sure the Express Mail
envelope I entrusted to their care is somehow NOT delivered within the
time frame promised. Or, as it turns out, even the DAY it was promised.
That fear was realized yesterday when I tried to track my envelope
through normal channels, i.e., over the phone and online. After
it reached the USPS distribution center at 6:00 AM, in plenty of time to
arrive at its destination by noon, said envelope cannot be accounted
So I must assume the Zen position, which feels like over a barrel, and
let go of all need to control this uncontrollable situation.
Until I can find the IDIOT who f*cked this up!
Meanwhile, I am at peace.