We haven’t had any mail for the past couple of weeks. Nothing. Not a bill, not a postcard from a vacationing pal (not that we get those anymore), no gardening catalogs or the bizarre mailings (mostly Scientology, psychic fairs and woodland preservation) addressed to the previous residents of our house. Nothing.
There’s been a postal strike, you see. And though theoretically there has been some post coming through in some parts of the country in the breaks between strike days, we’ve had nothing. But now the strike is off, apparently.
But still no post. Until today. After two weeks, we got an American Express bill and some cultist mailing to a previous resident of our house.
The Vol Abroad 