While waiting around and not wanting to get involved in any big project (like cleaning) while waiting for my couches, I decided to cancel a stray credit card that has been sitting on my desk here for about a year and never been used except the first time to get the $30 credit or whatever it was.  So, after putting in all the requisite numbers and sitting on hold for about 10 minutes, the lady came on the line (very nice, with no Indian accent, by the way) and when I told her I wanted to cancel, told me that card was in Mr. Erickson’s name, and was he available to come to the phone right now?  So, no, I couldn’t cancel that card, and will now have to make Mr. Erickson do it.

And still no couch.