Why didn’t they ask me?
The post office doesn’t open until nine! What’s up with that? Didn’t it used to open at eight? I know I’ve read a lot recently about the post office losing money and cutting back hours and services, but how are people supposed to get there if they’re only open from 9 to 5 and not at all on Saturdays? I only go once or twice a year, but I’ve never been the only person in there. Far from it, in fact. There’s ALWAYS a line. I don’t know what the solution is. Maybe, if the issue is not being able to afford to be open for more than eight hours a day, they should be open from 5am to 9am and then from 4pm to 8pm. Thank you, thank you, I know, I’m brilliant. Post office problem solved.
What other problems can I solve? Hungry? I’ll make you cookies! (I made cookies yesterday. They’re mostly gone now.) Need cheering up? Listen to Mr. Blue Sky by ELO. I was having a sad morning before work last week (no particular reason) and John played this for me. It worked.
Stuck between books? I have a handy-dandy and oh-so-convenient book list right over there –> and if you’re wondering, my next book after the one I’m reading now will be something by Laura Lippman. Anything else I can help with? I’m not as good with band names (or company names), but it’s fun to try.