Drove to the center of town, paid $out_the_ass for a dump "transfer station" sticker.
Went to the %$#@& post office and picked up my %&$@ mail.
Received no explanation as to why they continued to hold my mail after Monday.
Got an email at 2PM from my tax accountant saying he had a 7PM cancellation, and could I meet him then to go over my tax info. Said yes.
Spent two hours sorting through paperwork to make sure I had the right info for the Vineyard, the mainland, and anything else that gives me at tax liability.
Received a cal from an idiot dancer I know asking me if I was going to be at the nightclub taking pictures on Saturday. Told her "politely" to bother me later.
Did not nap.
Drove to the tax accountant's house, went over numbers and forms with him for an hour.
Drove to mum's house, gave her some paperwork, and two prints of the house across the pond on MV. Got a bite to eat.
Went to 3 different grocery stores and one drug store. I was out of practically everything at the house.
Also received an iPod from Mr. DIY and a 50mm Nikkor from the .
Finally got in the door half an hour ago. Still haven't eaten dinner, still need to email some renovation expense #s to the accountant, and put away (as in "off the damn table where I eat") several piles of paperwork.
That bottle of Talisker is finished tonight.