That would be me, to The Brown Truck o' Happiness, as in: awaiting its arrival. I knew exactly when... give or take 15 minutes... TBToH would arrive in Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park and the operators of said trucks rarely let me down. I was disappointed on occasion, but that was always when my Usual Driver was on vacation. I've yet to figger out what the schedule is here in the new neighborhood, but I suppose that will come with time.
Oh. We're waiting on a spiffy new external hard drive, a device with two and a half times the capacity of the old external drive. Which capacity is needed, and all that. Merry Christmas to me.
Update, four minutes later: Well, shit.
I guess we'll go run our errands now.