Can't put it off another day
On the way out the door this morning I found a ``Delivery Advice'' note slipped under it, from Singapore Post. They'd tried to deliver a package and couldn't contact me (based on the time noted on their slip, I was in the shower); would I please call to arrange a new delivery time, or come to the Courier Operations Depot down at Eunos? The attempted delivery was dated ``26/10/04/9/35/'' ... and I admire how they made stardates look user-friendly. I don't know what the last slash was for, as that ran off the edge of the slip.
The voice-mail menu, of course, had no options clearly related to rescheduling deliveries. After getting stuck in a voice-operated cul-de-sac with hanging up the only escape, the person I found wanted to know the article number, the postal code, my phone number (I don't know it either), my street address, condo name (both are used for mailing items here), apartment (``unit'') number, and finally my name. This allowed me to choose a helpfully exact delivery time, ``Thursday between 9 a.m. and 1 p.m.''
The real question: who sent it? My parents haven't yet sent the package they're gathering. The article number suggests a U.S. origin, so it's not Golden Village. It's the wrong month for a birthday present. With luck I'll know Thursday.
Trivia: Gemini VI-A's reentry attitude control system was installed on Gemini IX-A's docking target, the Augmented Target Docking Adaptor. Thomas Stafford flew both missions, both of which moved to backup plans when their Agena docking targets failed to orbit. Source: We Have Capture, Thomas P Stafford and Michael Cassutt.
Currently Reading: Ability Quotient, Mack Reynolds. This is one of the most determinedly generic science fiction books I've read in ages. Allegedly it's about a chemical treatment that makes super-geniuses; really it's about ill-defined people at Mid-West University City (that's the name) confronting a Shadowy Conspiracy that's skulking about because that's what Shadowy Conspiracies do, don't ask questions.