Good Things
Entry 1 6:00 p.m. I am still in my pajamas. I haven't shaved in days. I barely move. The sun helps, and I am looking forward to the weekend. I have to mow the lawn, scoop poop, do laundry and various and sundry other things. The new treadmill will be delivered and assembled on Saturday, as well as the new television. I am looking forward to this. Hopefully I can mount the smallest of the televisions in the garage on Saturday as well. I had my first meeting with the probate attorney. 3-5 k to handle probate. 425 an hour for the atty, 200 an hour for the paralegal. FFS. I am in the wrong line of business. Frankly, I find such prices obscene, and would never charge such rates unless you happened to live in Broadmoor, Denny-Blaine or the likes. Then, I'd charge you double that. We are going to California with an achin' in my heart, to look at schools with Abby. Occidental, Scripps and some Los Angeles art school whose name escapes me are on her list...