The eagle is in the nest.  That is code around here for “the expected has arrived.”  As in, the flight of the person I am picking up at the airport is at the gate;  or, the babysitter just pulled in the driveway.

Today the package arrived.  The one I have been waiting to find.  I opened the mailbox and pulled out the stack, and there it was.  I looked at it briefly, dumbfounded, then stuck it back in the mailbox and shut the door.

It turns out that getting what I want is harder than I thought.  The chicken is in the coop.