About a week ago, my daughter mentioned that she was missing a package that was supposedly delivered to our P.O. Box. As soon as I had a chance, I went to the post office and asked about it. It was supposed to be a large box, so I waited to pick up the rest of the mail, so I would have enough hands to carry the package.
When I got to the clerk, he looked near the Box and handed me a large envelope, addressed to me, not my daughter. Ummm, not what I was looking for, but thank you. Let’s try again.
The clerk got the list out and found that the box that I was looking for was sitting in one of the lockers, but I hadn’t received the key. I left the post office with a large box, a large envelope and the rest of my mail.
When I got to the car, I found that the envelope was from a publishing company and they wanted me to review a book for its publication in February. This is May. I hope they don’t hold it against me. The envelope also contained information about how to apply to be a regular reviewer. I did apply, but I am not sure that I have enough followers for their liking. I hope so.
I plan on getting to the book soon. I have a few days off between semesters, so I may be able to read it then.