Delivery mystery

The doorbell rang at 2pm. Three times. Which should have been my first clue that today was about to get weird.

I opened the door to find a very patient UPS driver and what looked like half of Amazon’s warehouse stacked on my doorstep. Eight boxes. Eight. All addressed to me, all with my handwriting on the shipping labels, and absolutely zero memory of ordering any of it.

Delivery mystery

Turns out, past-Elena had a pottery supply shopping spree sometime in late October and completely forgot about it. Clay, glazes, brushes, tools, even a small portable wheel I definitely don’t remember researching. Past-Elena was apparently very thorough and very optimistic about my pottery skills.

Plot twist: apparently I ordered pottery supplies in my sleep?

Jake’s going to walk in tonight to what looks like I’m planning to open my own ceramics studio. Current-Elena is trying to figure out where exactly I thought I was going to put a pottery wheel in our apartment. Past-Elena clearly didn’t think that part through.