Mail day.  It can strike any day of the week, any week, at any time.  Delivery is arbitrary and not at all related to the date it was sent.  The package your mom sent filled with the latest issues of TeenBop and Vogue will most definitely get here faster than the one with the retainer, underwater camera, and headlamp you left at home.  Students and staff alike anxiously await the day that letters and boxes flood the faculty office, creating teetering towers of proof that people miss you.  The mid-afternoon collection stampede leaves the office dripping with postage in pieces, corrugated crumbles, and abandoned boxes – a snail mail trail that will ultimately become compost fodder…

… or, modeling Island School norms, you can count on Fritter to resource these remnants into – you guessed it! – a place to sleep.

As always, “Fritter Sleeping Places” will be updated weekly for your visual enjoyment and personal enlightenment.  Can’t wait a week?  Sorry.  Fritter is asleep somewhere and is not currently accepting messages.  Disclaimer: The opinions expressed here are the views of the writer and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of Fritter, whose only concern is with the time of dinner.