Every evening I pull into my driveway. I wonder if it's here yet. I take a deep breath, get out of my car and walk down the gravel path. The red flag is down so the mail man has come and gone. I pause and wonder again if it's here yet or not. Damn you Schrodinger!!! Until I open it, my mailbox both contains and does not contain my divorce decree. I can sit and stare at it but eventually I have to open it. So, today I open it and once again it isn't there.
Tips hat and raises glass of Woodford Reserve, well played mailman, well played...
Oh well there's always tomorrow.
[This message edited by 7yrsflushed at 6:15 PM, August 6th (Wednesday)]