I got all the ^*^%#$$ tax returns out, a whole day early (day and a half, actually, since I had until the post office closed tomorrow).

The sun is out. (Naturally, the weekend is predicted to be miserable - but if so, I can at least concentrate on sorting and stuff that needs doing indoors.)

Kris is on vacation this week. So she can give me the undivided attention I richly deserve. Actually, she gives it to the cats, but what the heck....

Peter