False Alarm

When I got home from work last night I found a package at the front door. I was so excited that the bike mount for the iPhone came in. I tossed it on the bed and thought I’d get to it in a bit. When I finally got around to the package, I checked the label on it. The shipper said Stephen F Austin Intercontinental. What? Oh, its just the electric razor that I left at the hotel from my trip to Austin. They had found it and shipped it to me. Oh, well. The wait continues.