A few weeks ago, I unwrapped an Amazon package I couldn’t remember ordering. My apartment has a complicated relationship with deliveries, so I’ve more or less surrendered to the “package gods.” Things disappear, things reappear, and eventually you stop trying to understand the logic of it all.

This particular package was a purchase I’d made back in September and long forgotten about - two silicone star-shaped ice mold trays that, apparently, the big man upstairs (or whatever cosmic force is in charge of the postal system) decided I was finally ready for.