I went to the podiatrist's office in the afternoon for my new pair of sensible shoes. These look like Mary Janes. They were a little big, but they're the same size as the ones I have that look like sneakers. I think if they were narrower they'd be too narrow. So I'll see how it goes with them.
When I got home, I saw that my package of fic books had come. I got them with a donation to the Box Scene Project. The package was all torn up, with plastic bags from the post office wrapped around it. There was a hole in the package big enough for a book to have fallen out. I got "Near Misses" and "Fix." I remember ordering "Fix." I could well have ordered "Near Misses." I'm pretty sure I ordered "All the Other Ghosts" and I may have ordered "Lovesong," so I'll wait a few days to see if they come. The print on the ones that came is sort of small, but readable. The books are actually rather nice. I don't know what company bound them, but the binding seems pretty good.
I told J.-PA the books had come. She's working today, but she'll see if hers came when she gets home. The zip code was corrected on mine. Her zip code must be similar or the same, so maybe that delayed the delivery of her books. But she's excited.
Later: J.-PA's books hadn't come yet. Maybe tomorrow.
I was out in the evening. I'm terrified of driving local roads at night. On one little winding road near the house, I was riding the brakes for much of the stretch I go on. Near where I make a turn, a deer trotted across the road. I slammed my brakes on. Fortunately, the driver of the car behind me wasn't tailgaiting or anything, and also stopped. I looked around to see if there were any other deer, and then continued on my slow way home.