Redirected Mail

I feel a little not unlike Santa Claus today, as I have spent a good deal of my early afternoon re-delivering seasonal mail that had been incorrectly delivered to my house by the postal service. This, I believe, is very public spirited of me, and I'd better receive some sort of karmic reward (I can think of several things that I would like).

Karmic rewards should also be showered upon Jan Bear for pointing me in the direction of the Mozilla web browser which corrects the problem I was experiencing in my earlier "The Riddle of the Sphinx's Brother" post.

So Blogger and Blogspot users can expect comments from me in the near future.

Comments

[Outer Life]

I once worked with a woman named Karma. When she screwed something up, I'd think "bad Karma" and when she did well I'd think "good Karma." Overall, the experience was bad karma for me, as I couldn't stop thinking of that stupid karma/Karma thing every time she did something.

[Monjo]

I reckon the postman thinks:
I have 200 letters
50 houses
If I go round my route and put 5 letters into 40 of these houses then I will probably have some letters through the correct door.