I accidentally dropped an envelope containing $345 into the mail slot at the post office this morning. It was not meant to be mailed. In my defense, however, it was in a bundle of identical envelopes that were. Since this is the world’s dinkiest post office, I was able to retrieve it without difficulty. Whew.

In related news, I did not have a heart attack, get fired, or receive a speeding ticket.

In my lunch–packed by my mother, who insists on packing my lunch–was a giant slab of cake. I am trying to appear in public in a bathing suit. Cake is not the key to making this happen. I gave it to the pastor, who ate it gleefully.