It is possible that I have an Amazon addiction. It is such a great way to buy stuff and this is the time of year when, more and more frequently, I come home to find an Amazon box on the porch. It is especially nice to have a package on the porch that I didn't order myself of course. It's lovely to know other people are thinking of us - personal cards and letters in the mail are increasingly rare it seems, and I certainly send far fewer than I used to. I am reminded of one of my favorite poems "The Night Mail" by the incomparable W.H. Auden, which ends:
"And none will hear the postman's knock
Without a quickening of the heart,
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?"
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