It was appropriate that on the day I found out for sure that I’ll be able to stay in my present accommodations long-term (graduating from the couch in the living room to a room of my own in January, when one of the current housemates moves out), I received the first piece of mail addressed to me here.
It was more appropriate yet that the mail in question was a box containing six bottles of beer. The beer in question was from the batch I helped my fine friend S. brew the last time I visited him in Seattle. It managed not to leak out of the bottles into the box, as happened with the last such shipment of beer that was dispatched to me while in Alaska. Tomorrow the beer will be cold. And tomorrow the beer will be consumed.