mail-man

I bet my mail man wonders why I'm almost always home in the middle of the day when the mail arrives, just waiting like a golden retriever. 

He sees me. I wait by the window. I wave. He laughs. He thinks I'm nuts. Simple joys. 

What's even funnier is that I hardly ever get mail. But how would he know my name? My roommates always get letters. I hope he assumes I'm one of the letter receivers.  Nope. I am the letter catcher. It falls through the mail slot and I run and get it and put it on the stairs. That's it. That's my simple, enjoyable, one o'clock tradition. 

50% of the time "Call Me, Maybe" is blasting. 

I don't do classes during the "lunching" hours of the day. Lunch time is my favorite time of the day. It's time for dancing, lounging, arnold palmering, laundry, and making spotify playlists.