Other than happy, well cared for cats and a furball-free house (thank you, Becky), a stack of mail was waiting of us when we got home last weekend. I quickly rummaged through the pile, tossing most of the mail into the recycling bin (Really, how many newspapers can people who don't subscribe to a newspaper get?!). There was one piece of mail that was unexpected and exciting. My diploma arrived! I expected that it would take longer; I seem to remember my last one taking quite some time. That bad boy went right up on the wall.