rolanni | All Together Now

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

There! Now doesn't that feel *better*?

Where to begin on the wonderfulness that this day has been?

Let's see... I had planned to devote the day to paying bills (urk) and doing the SRM year-end book closing thing. So much for plans.

First, and entirely my own fault, I overslept, which meant the pill got swallowed late and by the time the hour wait was over breakfast might as well have been called lunch. In the meantime, I looked over the stack of bills, peered into the checkbook to be sure that nobody had deposited a million dollars or so when I wasn't looking, did the additions, did them again, and freaked. I mean, I knew things were close (being owed huge swaths of money by people who have apparently *lost* their checkbooks does really unhappy things to yours), but -- yowza.

Called the 'lectric company and got them to refigure the budget plan *right now* instead of in June. Waved my hands at Steve. Looked at SRM's checkbook. Waved my hands some more. By which point it was time for breakfast -- sausage and cheese on whole wheat rolls. Bad us. -- which I certainly felt we'd earned. During breakfast, we discussed and discarded Plans B, C, and D. Plan E had some potential and we went with that.

The details of Plan E requiring my presence in town, I motored off, and while I was there picked up the refill on the meds. Got home to find out that I had Sharon Lee's meds, all right -- the *other* Sharon Lee. Called the pharmacy. Oops, says the clerk. Give us about twenty minutes and we'll have your prescription ready and just bring the other one back when you come.

Wandered back to my office to kill twenty minutes answering email and hear Steve call from outside, "Scrabble's out!"

Now Scrabble, they told us at the Humane Society from which we adopted her in November, had been a stray. She has never once, in all the long winter shown *any* interest in going outside (well, she's not an *idiot*, you know -- it was *cold* this winter). However, this afternoon, it was balmy and breezy, and the door wasn't completely on the latch and just a little shoulder action was needed to Have An Escape.

I'm sorry to have to report that it took two adults nearly twenty minutes to get the cat back in the house and it was *not* accomplished through the use of our superior mental abilities, but because the cat went back up on the deck, Steve opened the door and she strolled in.

...and strolled *back out* five minutes later.

This time it only took the two of us ten minutes to apprehend the felon. Feline. Whatever.

Exhausted, Scrabble took to her couch -- or my chair, if you want accuracy -- and immediately fell to sleep.

Me, I went to town, did the drug exchange, came home. Spaghetti for supper, yum. Walked back to my office to start already with the paperwork -- and the phone rang.

A certain order of SRM's was ready to be picked up -- in town, of all places, and off I went one!more!time.

I finally got with the checkbook and the bills at 4:00 p.m. this afternoon. I am now, at 8:20 p.m., Just About Done the last of the inputting I had let slide the last couple weeks, and balanced the SRM checkbook for the end of fiscal year.

Tomorrow, she said sternly, just in case there are any Cornish Pixies or Ghods of Discord listening in -- *Tomorrow* I *will* do the inventory, set up the files for the new fiscal year and start doing the statements for the accountant.
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Mozart is asleep behind my desk chair as I type this, cleverly arranged so that I will run over his tail if I push back from the keyboard. Scrabble is in the living room, playing with the puzzle-ring. Max! and Patia are helping Steve write.

...and I'm going back to the 'counts book.

Sharon