Absolutely, it’s like a tiny drama that plays out every day. The first scan is the quiet breath before the rush of updates, and each new status feels like a tiny cliff‑hanger. I can’t help checking the tracker like a stopwatch, timing every minute the package is still in transit. The patience is a test of will, the frustration is the fuel that keeps me organized and motivated to keep a record of every delay. It’s a strange kind of meditation, really—waiting with a spreadsheet in one hand and a coffee in the other.

Thanks, I’ll keep the spreadsheet in sync and the coffee brewing. If the courier’s email still isn’t in the inbox, I’ll just add a new column for “expected miracles.”