Tonight, I watched the season premiere of "Lost" and an episode of "Battlestar Gallactica" while waiting for my luggage to be delivered. Lost, of course, has with it a huge theme of faith vs. logic. As does Battlestar. My luggage wasn't being delivered. I waited and I waited and I waited, but for some reason, despite all my best attempts to stress myself out, I had this strange feeling it was going to be delivered. Late. Like around 10:30 or so. 10:30 rolls around and the doorbell rings. My luggage is here.

Crazy, huh?