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I hurried home and back upstairs: I was inside while the driver was still in the UPS truck.
That was an hour ago. I don't know whether the driver somehow sped up after his previous leisurely few minutes of work inside the truck and determined that I wasn't answering the buzzer, or our package wasn't actually on the truck. Either way, I am annoyed: it was nice out there next to the willow tree, but I was willing to head in because I was expecting to be well into Sorcery and Cecelia by now.
[Also, Eudora is tired of waiting for the server. A person could start to feel cut off from the frantic pace of modern life.]