An hour after I went to bed, my phone rang, alerting me that my bags had arrived. I anxiously opened the bags, not sure if the twenty-one packs of sliced non-dairy cheese would be preserved or spoiled. To my delight, there was still ice in the freezer bag. It didn't all melt and refreeze in the plane (although the high altitude part of the flight might have helped preserve it), because one of the bags was crushed ice, and they were still in individual pieces.
All my things appear to be there so I am happy. The bad news is that I'm awake now.
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