Delivery

 The missing package was dropped off this afternoon by the neighbor to whom it was inadvertently delivered, with a very polite little note written directly onto it saying, sorry for opening the box, we thought it was for us.  

On the one hand, I'm glad to have the package and the things that were inside. That means I don't need to re-order/work on getting a refund for the items.  Why is it, though, that the box feels... tainted? And as if the initial anticipation of receiving the package cannot be recaptured. Too late. 

This is why it is hard to look forward to things -- because things so often go awry, and then that looking forward is never quite satisfied in the way it was expected.

This sounds like a me problem. Hmmm.  

One thing is for sure: the rabbits will be very happy to have their treats.