Right in the middle of a famously bad day my buzzer rang and I thought to myself, "If this is another publisher wastefully messengering me a legal thriller I'm chucking it out the window." But no, alas, alack, there's magic in this world yet as it was a wholly unexpected and ridiculously joy-inducing little box of handmade chocolates from San Francisco on ice. Thank you, a thousand times, dear one! How you spoil me, and how it is most welcome. I echo all of the sentiments in your card doubly so for you, and shall relish retelling this story when you're famous!
Related elsewhere in spirit: Jenny asks, Whence the black tulips?
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