UPS are supposed to deliver the last bit of my Russian visa paperwork today. I'm so short on time for getting a Russian visa (at this point it's 50/50 whether I'm getting into Russia on this trip) so I've stuck a little note up outside affirming that I am home and that the UPS people should not employ their usual strategy of waving vaguely in the direction of the doorbell and giving up. (I said it nicer than that.)

So I'm sitting here doing capacity planning for a work thing and the doorbell just rang and you should have seen the enthusiasm with which I bounded to my feet and out of the kitchen, scattering cats and bagel crumbs in my wake. Oh boy oh boy! Delivery!

... No, I would not like to read the Watchtower. Damn.