Lost in the mail

1) Apparently the incense package I sent out a few weeks ago containing the last of my Oppoponax supply never arrived. I didn't insure it -- the post office's rate of success is high enough that it doesn't pay financially for me to insure stuff under about $50 value, and I get way more returns from people not being there to sign for things if I do insure. Normally I'd just sigh and reship, but I can't get more oppoponax --my supplier's two suppliers are both out, and who knows when it will be coming back in from the MidEast again. So I'll have to just refund the order. Grump grump.

2)I was cleaning out some drawers to make space for some better organization around here, and I came across a bunch of postcards from our India trip in 1998. They're from the "erotic" temples of Khajuraho, where Bard and I wandered a while before our tour group arrived, browsing in shops to get me glass bracelets. I had agreed to mail a letter for a shopkeeper, to his friend in Kentucky, when I got back to the states. I found the letter this morning, tucked between pretty pictures of statues fucking. I'm going to mail it today.