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To paraphrase Tennyson's Mariana:

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,
The slow clock ticking and the sound
Which to the wooing wind aloof
The kauri made, did all confound
Her sense; but most she loathed the hour
When winter sunlight gently lay
Athwart the curtains, and the day
Was softly waking in his bower.

Then, said she, "My life is dreary,
It cometh not," she said.
She wept, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

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Yup, the package cometh not. I am sick and tired of waking at 6, and holding my breath for the next 2 hours, to hear the courier van's door slam, and the sound of steps on deck. Do couriers deliver on the Saturday?