Tell me it’s not a waste. . .

My entire day went to clearing out end-of-year paperwork. I loathe and despise paperwork, and end-of-year paperwork is beyond horrid. Which is probably why it usually turns out to be such a mountainous chore. That, and doing Grandma’s and mine; oddly, she has tons more paper to corral than I do. All of that, and I’m now ready to start on taxes. Which also qualify for the “loathe and despise” category.

Somebody reassure me this wasn’t a waste of my day. Gaaaaaaaaah.

Mr. Nuker Installer Man is supposed to show up tomorrow afternoon to put in the new nuker. I hope he makes it, because I have discovered that I eat cereal if eating involves continually washing pots and pans.

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