My iPad Has Shipped
The email came some time in the evening.
My iPad has been shipped. I won’t be waiting in line at the Apple store for it, despite the fun that can be had from that experience. My pre-ordered iPad will arrive at my house with a flurry of fur from my dog, who is certain that every delivery is a bomb or rabid animal.
I have three days to sytematically reload the tracking number into the system over and over, watching its progress from where it is to where it should be.
My behavior is beyond my own comprehension and I wonder whether my excitement is unwarranted.