Godspeed, Mail Carrier

So I got a postcard from the Marmoset in Germany yesterday, addressed to "Scoobert P. Johnson", one of the many idiotic nicknames he has cursed me with over the years. This was very nice of him to do, but it also raises a strange question. After we got married, it was weeks before the Post Office stopped losing mail addressed to the Frau by her new married name. However, they apparently know me as Scoobert Johnson. The Postal Service is a strange creature.

The Marmoset should be back in this country tomorrow, barring any of the freak accidents of bad luck that seem to haunt him recently.

In other news, I have no other news.