I stopped by my landlord's house on the way out to work this morning. She had a CD for me that had come in the mail. I had not ordered a CD. I did not know the artist. There was no note with the invoice; it only stated that it had been paid for in full.
Now I can't wait to get to work to play the music and explore the artist and possibilities of who might have sent it. That's a good way to wake up.