On Wednesday, before Thanksgiving, I got two certified mail receipts in our mailbox. I do not like registered mail. In fact the level of anxiety I have over it is palpable. In my world certified mail means something bad.
But there was nothing I could do about it.
I had to just enjoy Thanksgiving and get over the fact that we had doom at the post office. They were not going to be open until Friday so there was nothing I could do about it.
So we had our crazy Thanksgiving and I just sucked the feeling of dread down.
On Friday I had to run a bunch of errands and get ready for a big event downtown so I let my husband go get the mail. He was very low key about it. I would have totally been there when the post office opened, but he was lazing around watching Breaking Bad and not too interested in it at all. I went about my day - keeping myself from screaming at him to go see what was there.
When I came back from my event he gave me the box and letter.
A check and a gift from Google.
Let's say that again. A check and a gift from Google. That's right. Good things.
That experience I had of low level dread and anxiety, totally unnecessary.
Sometimes good things come by certified mail. Duly noted for next time.
