So yesterday I did the check run.

That may not sound like much, but it took all day and by the end, I was simply shattered.

It's not as though it's the first time I did the check run, I used to do them frequently, and Lord knows I cut plenty of checks every week, but this is the first time that I have done the real, official check run in years and years, but this is part of my New Responsibilities, and frankly, I enjoy the power of doing the check run!

So I was told what I could spend, which was a great deal more than I used to have to play with, and chose all of the stuff, and ran a little bit over, and got rid of some things, and then The Raccoon said, "Did you include that $600,000 invoice?" Argh!

So I had to start taking things out, and I couldn't get rid of enough, so The raccoon went through it and took some more stuff out, but added some things as well, and then I started with a razor, scraping off a little here and a little there, and we ended up being $300,000 over, but there was nothing more to get rid of--everything there was chosen out of sheer "the world will explode if this isn't paid" necessity.

So we didn't pay the $600,000 invoice. But could I add anything back? Nope, because we might have to pay it after all, and no point in being so far over this week that we get beaten with sticks.

But was that all? That was not all. Then I had to create all of the checks and then I had to balance, and remember that me adding up a long row of numbers is a recipe for disaster, and then I had to cut them, and then I had to collapse into a quivering pile of goo.

The Raccoon said brightly, at the end of the day, "I cannot believe all that I got done!!" and I looked at the towering pile of work left undone on my desk and shuddered. I may never run a marathon, but I have done the check run, and that takes just about as much energy!

Today's horoscope:
A family member nags or pressures you about eating, drinking, smoking, spending money, etc. Don't retaliate.

One year ago today:
Boy, it was a good thing that they canceled school, because otherwise these children might have gotten a snowflake on their heads, and that would never do!

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