I want to complete our tax return and hoped to find a hard copy statement, having failed to download one before I closed the account.
Am plowing through the heavy box of unfiled documents moved from Dixon Drive.
This is an exercise filled with memories from the past, i.e., horror, infamy.
We’ve done a good job of diving into areas north and south of us. I’d like to venture east and west. We were going to go to such an event today but it’s probably going to involve a crowd and anyway it’s cloudy and cold: low 20’s. This is enough of a disincentive to keep us housebound.
Since the dinner on Friday, I’ve been too lazy to do much of anything. Turns out, probably wise to have stayed put because of the explosive product of that dinner only a short while ago.