I wait by the front porch window.

The one that my computer desk looks out of.

There is a big empty space where the CPU used to be.

I have dusted and cleaned the whole area. The cables and adapters lie carefully arranged on the desktop. They are ready for their new brain.

I have prepared a plate of cookies for the UPS guy who will be the bearer of my new computer.

Ours is a very large and muscular Hawaian fellow who is possesed of the most impressive pair of calves I have ever seen in my life.

But he is nowhere to be found.

All the tracking numbers tell me is that my package is "in transit" to San Pablo. Where the heck is San Pablo anyway?

And I think those cookies are getting stale.

Woe is me!