In what universe...?

[Not Quitting]

We had a really good postie where we lived. He knew we had a baby and he tended to do our area fairly early in the day. If he had something heavy that would make a lot of noise dropping through the slot to the floor or too big for the letterbox which meant he'd try knocking before taking it back to the post office, he'd do the rest of his route first, then come back and knock on the door (usually at least an hour later) - he said he didn't want to wake the baby. How nice was that?

Enjoy your evening. I'll join you in hoping that you get a break to enjoy wine, nibbles and chocolate fountain. It'll make the evening that much nicer.