Done. Done. Ow.

Yesterday we managed (largely by yelling and screaming and insisting that they get the paperwork now and that it be correct (what a notion!) to sign the papers on our re-finance. Overall, one of the less pleasant experiences I've ever had--I think the underwriter on the mortgage was seriously undereducated in financial matters, which meant that even at the last fucking minute we were getting demands for more paperwork. But it's done.

Yesterday I also finalized and delivered the cookie sales paperwork to the Goddess of the Troops. Three people I could not sort out or reconcile, money-wise; two people I did not enter data on correctly, but they are, in fact, all good. The rest are shiny and reconciled.

And at 4pm, walking Avocado to the BART station after a doctor's appointment, I was suddenly hit with Ugly Ick. I don't know what this is, but everything hurts. Head. Teeth. Glands (none swollen, just painful). Joints. It's like some clever wight took a baseball bat to me. So I slept most of today. Spouse and Kid are off at a movie. I am going back to bed and see if I can find an almost-comfortable position, although I have not much hope.

Tomorrow is another day. With taxes to do. Joy.