Worst thing for someone who is both impatient and slightly neurotic is knowing the tracking number for something I ordered online. I keep going to this website to check and every time I’m shocked that it isn’t closer.

And now today I see that my (two!) new pairs of shoes are waiting for me in San Pablo. They got there at 3 — in my mind that’s plenty of time to get to Palo Alto.

Why is it that the world doesn’t run on Amazon Prime?