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.