Update

According to Ms. (not sharing) at Harper Collins, the e-mail message approximately eighteen hours ago was an error.

I do not want to call baloney again, but when I checked in the wee hours, there was no traffic/shipping information in my account or the actual order.

According to the latest information, Go Set A Watchman/Harper Lee, should be here before 11:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

And, for my understanding, they are offering me a 20% discount on a future order.  Since I have not purchased any books, aside from thrift buys at fifty-cents or less, in nearly a decade, I am wondering if that offer will still be good in another ten years.

So, anyway, all those feelings of loss for nothing.  I am still looney, a dope and recovering from being caught in the thrall of pettifogging.  Quite frankly, I am a little prideful that I even know that word, much less thought to use it.  Twice.

As I was eating dinner, way too many Brussels sprouts, I turned on the television and there was a program about Nelle Harper Lee and the release of this book.  It was interesting, with perhaps the best part was her sister, Alice. 

I am wondering if this is an older program, because it seems familiar, and I believe that Alice Finch Lee died a few years ago.  Might have to research that, but no matter, because it was fresh and wonderful and Ms. Alice is wonderful and I could never tire of her voice.

Well, now that the Universe has recovered from my attack on its balance this morning, I await my copy tomorrow and look forward to a pot of tea, a bar of my favorite chocolate (honestly, could really be just about any brand), feet up, windows open and that sweet volume in my hands.

Lordy.