Maybe paranoid rather than psychotic is a better way of describing my state of mind. Mustafa received one of those orange notices in the mail the other day, indicating that he has a certified piece of mail. Mustafa doesn’t get very much mail at our house yet, since he’s just moved in last June. Oh my God, maybe it’s one of those letters asking him to come in and be interviewed by the FBI. I scanned the card for the return mailing address and couldn’t find one. A day later, I looked more carefully and it said in practically microscopic writing, Barnes and Noble.