Not one but, rather two boxes with my name greeting me.
It's always a struggle when spotting a delivery box; do I open it first? Should I pee first? Should I let Bimbo out? So many options, too few hands (ha)! In the end, I always settle for the build up of anticipation. I do my business, let Bimbo go outside and then savor the slicing and ripping of the brown boxes.
The photo albums I'd recently purchased and my bookshelves were only too eager to see that their counterparts had arrived sooner than expected.
Now, I am off to organize, admire and read...until next time dear brown boxes.