I left the house to go on a walk this morning and a few doors down the postman said to me, “I’ve two packages for ye, is anyone there to collect them?”, so I turned around and came back home to collect them. One was full of enough Pop Tarts and macaroni and cheese to last us the rest of the year. Lisa is the best human *ever*, and I owe her something spectacular (like postage, at the very least). The other was full of issues 1-4 of Take A…