My bottled water arrived. It was not delivered to my door, as requested, but left at the bottom of the stairs. One of my "males"--my neighbor David--was kind enough to bring it upstairs. My usual male--my neighbor Zen--is in the Philippines currently. He's also in his seventies and I avoid asking him for help with anything heavy. Brian, my cleaning guy, also qualifies as one of my males, but he isn't here today.