|refresh. refresh. refresh. refresh.|
|this accurately sums up my brain process.|
I literally torture myself, perhaps even inducing some sort of temporary insanity... At least I hope it's temporary.
Currently however, I am suffering from totally new type of insanity because CWD has not provided me with the promised email with my tracking number for the new saddle. At first I was relieved, because I can only imagine that my refresh rate for the delivery of said saddle would far exceed my neurotic tracking of oh say.... a bridle or new turnout blanket. But now I am totally consumed with not knowing whether or not the saddle is even due to be delivered today.
Or what if I haven't gotten the shipping email because it hasn't actually shipped and it's still sipping red wine and ooh-la-la-ing over a fresh baguette???
This particular form of (not)tracking shipment induced insanity is far, far worse. I think my OCD is showing...
Also, why oh why didn't I choose to send it to work where even though I "waived signature upon delivery" I know for certain someone would sign for it and bring it to me!??
Oh right. Because then I'd have to stay at work all day and not cut out to the barn early.
I suppose in good news I am going to pick up the trailer from the Trailer Hospital today. Trailer Nurse lady says that it looks 95% good as new so I'm excited about that.