Pure torture

I went to get my mail today.

My camera was in it.

The mail lady was not there.

I know my camera is at the post office, I got the notice in my mailbox.

And I also know it has to sit there until Tuesday.

I am in mourning.

All those lost photo opportunities.

All those memories.

Gone.

Gone Forever.

Or they have to be taken with my old camera.

That's OK I guess.

It'll do.

Until next week.