I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
Tuesday made for another pretty routine day at work apart from some patent-related issues that'll be a separate entry. More packed was getting stuff done afterwards. I've still had stuff to clear out and give away or throw away or do something with from moving out of my parents' house, and I also had to get what packing I could done. Between all the used book store visits I'd done well in reducing the sheer volume of stuff, and a surprising amount of what was left over was empty boxes, or otherwise obviously disposable stuff. Also some of it was comforters or other things that I wouldn't be taking to Lansing in any case.
I did pack up a box with my yearbooks --- more than I would have guessed, and made of an extremely dense version of compressed neutronium --- and while I was at it put in some more books and other stuff that I figured would be as easily sent parcel post as carried in my suitcase. This box, it turned out, was too big by mere inches to fit in the post office's drop box, something I learned just after buying and affixing the postage, so there wasn't any sense my going back home and repacking it into a smaller box.
So the next morning I accepted coming in late so that I could be at the post office nearest the office just as it opened. I brought it in. The clerk asked to verify the address, which I'd written on the box and then also on the printed postage label. She then started crossing out the label and told me what the postage would cost. I pointed out I'd already bought postage, and she seemed confused about this. She promised to have it sorted out, though, and told me I was fine. I left, hoping that I'd someday see my yearbooks again. (I did.)
Trivia: In 1820 the first vessel was built from scratch in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, a 74-gun battleship assembled in Dry Dock Number Two. Source: Sweet and Low, Rich Cohen.
Currently Reading: Reporting The Revolutionary War, Todd Andrlik. It's got a lot of reprints of pages of Revolutionary War-era newspapers, on which History was being made, so naturally, the miscellaneous little bits of news are fascinating.