I used to obsessively check the mail for the New Yorker, but the mail delivery is so sporadic here that it doesn't come regularly any more. So I cut back on checking the mail, and Mrs. Bee picks up the slack.

Mostly we just get solicitations in the bill... plus the occasional card from a friend. Plus magazines and catalogs. Nothing too exciting...

Who checks your home (snail) mail: you or your SO? Someone else entirely?