The taxes have been beaten into submission.
My laundry is done and dry, although not put away. Five loads, two of which were bedsheets. Whee.
Gmail inbox is still empty. Which I suppose is better than a box full of rejections, so I guess I'll take it.
I still need to:
bike
vacuum
write...something
make dinner, unless I can talk the Hubby into
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