Macintosh apple (the eating kind!), mah beloved watch watch, CDG wallet, my favorite badge that travels with me (no MFI = no Uncle Milty Institutee.) Priority Mail label stickers. Journal article. My new calendrical system that is no longer digital but paper-based is enabled by a Moleskin 18 month organizer. (Also, I have renamed the months after my childhood pets and the 20th of Pee-Wee is now the “Day of Total Omnipotence,”)

My deep and abiding love for Postal Service Priority Mail sticker labels (and the compulsion to own stacks and stacks of them) will have them waiting for me at the Lake Park branch door, shackles in hand, and a Spaniard holding a 99 year lease to privatize, necessitated by a 6 billion dollar operating deficit exaggerated by all sorts of missing labels, in the other. (Well, technically, the labels are free. And I spend $400 in Priority Mail postage costs a month…ok, ok. I’ll just say it plain, don’t kill me when it happens.)

On the other hand, McKinsey Madrid is gonna make the post cards I send to you from Upstate Maximum Security Prison arrive wrapped in “paper” made of Jamón Jabugo de Cinco Jotas.

And they’ll have their first new jobs upstate since the Erie was turned exclusively into a very long rubber tubing summertime-fun activity.