OK, I have adjusted to not having a newspaper on Tuesday . . . I have moved on.
Then no paper delivered on Sunday and Monday. Of course I called, got a recording . . . no paper. I finally went through another number and got the live person.
OK, I’m still waiting for those papers. I can now understand why there are so many help-wanted ads for positions at the Daily Republic if the employees are treated as badly as the customers. There. I vented. Merry Christmas, Scrooge.