The mail usually gets to me house around 4 in the afternoon. Sometimes as late as 5 or 6 in the evening.
At 7:30 this morning as I made my way, bleary eyed, downstairs, squinting at the bright sun coming though my window, I noticed a full mailbox.
Wow. Our mailman wants to get the weekend started.
Or, yesterdays mail came at an impossibly late time and we just didn't notice.
I'll keep you informed.
(Administrators note: It would seem that it was yesterdays mail. We got more mail at around 3:30, right before I went to work. Our TIME magazine was there. This made me happy.)