I know that feeling!

My tank was a gift to me from my dying mother, she wanted me to have one nice kilt in my collection. So I was measured and the kilt was ordered ... and in the chaos of everything else that happened that season, it was pushed from my mind.

When the call from the shop came that my kilt was in .... wow. For health reasons I can't drive, so I had to wait forever (four days) for someone to be able to run me across the state to get it.

Four or five months worth of jonesing compressed down to four days.

I'm not OCD at all, am I?