Then I come home and see that Fed Ex has been there - they haven't taken the signed note I left so they could leave the package, and instead the driver has left me a door tag. I called Fed Ex and unfortunately the idiot driver hadn't scanned in the door tag and without me knowing the tracking number they could find no record of the package, not even by my address. Of course, I have no way of knowing a tracking number because the package is from some studio and contains screeners. So, they tell me he'll be back Monday, but who knows if this package is now just going to disappear into the ether. Completely frustrating as I really have time this weekend to watch stuff and won't next weekend. The lovely part of the day was three packages (one of which contained a pumpkin pie sent via Fed Ex to the mail place from the East Coast Singer), one surprising residual check from, of all things, The Creature Wasn't Nice, and my new first edition of Cloud Atlas. And I did get via regular mail a screener for Flight.