I have been worrying myself sick about something I was expecting in the mail for weeks now.
Everyday, I'd check the mail numerous times. And everyday when the envelope I was expecting wasn't there, I would feel ill.
Today, it came.
Very good news. Not great, as I was unrealistically hoping. But still very, very good. We are extremely fortunate people.
But now that my envelope is here, I feel...almost...let down. It's anti-climatic. I still feel compelled to check my mailbox over and over, even though it is safely in hand.
It was addressed incorrectly. And that makes me want to scream. For weeks I've been consumed by stress. All because of two transposed numbers.
Does no one pay attention to detail anymore?