I THINK THAT I WILL NEVER SEE . . .

. . . a can so lovely as that which holds cheese:-)

In one of the more exciting developments of the last couple of weeks, the box I shipped from Kathmandu in early February was actually both located AND delivered last week.

My Olympus camera? Still there. The book about Yetis that Pia gave me? Thank God, it made it. Sleeping bag/mat/pillow/sheet/gazillion pairs of socks/assorted braces & bandages? Yep, those all survived, too. The only things missing were three cans of DEET. In their place was a nicely handwritten note from the airline stating they'd been removed for security purposes and they were sorry for any inconvenience.

The best thing, though?

I FORGOT THAT I HAD SLIPPED IN A CAN OF CHEESE AT THE LAST MINUTE.

I held out as long as I could, but it oh-so-invitingly glinted at me every time I opened the refrigerator and I had to bust it open. God, it is sooooooooooooooooooooo good (albeit in its special, disgusting, canned cheese sort of way). Now, well, now it is almost gone and I am very sad.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND!