So I mailed the book. It was a larger than average size, so I was expecting it to cost more than the 1.42 it was pre-metered for, but it didn't. The guy at the post office told me he wished all packages came bundled so neat and tidy. And now it's winging it's way off to, what I hope is a, good home.
I think hoppie slipped me a tranquilizer last night because I slept great. He, of course, tossed and turned all night. I guess sleep is like everything else, in order for someone to get it, someone else must go without. Why in a universe of infinite possibilities must so many things be finite.