I think I may have scared off the mail lady. I wonder if it was just the meeting her at the box every time I knew I had a package. Or maybe it was the day she only handed me one box and I reminded her there should be two (she did have it, it was too big to fit in her sorting box, so it was on the floor). What probably pushed her over the edge was the day I got home from the PO and saw that she had left one of those "We need your signature" notes, so I chased her down two streets over to get my package. That was probably it. At any rate, here it is, nearly 5, and she usually comes between 11 and 1. I wonder if it's too late to leave cookies in the box for her...