Between this and the tax thing, I'm feeling particularly shitty and incompetent these last few days. (I did scan the IRS letter and upload all my documents for my tax person, at least.)

I'm willing to bet that the tax thing is entirely not on you, but somebody at the processing center typing a wrong digit.

Did I get the stuff I planned to get done today done? No. But I did get stuff that unexpectedly came up today done, and at least one of my usual Monday/Tuesday tasks, so I'm thinking that's enough.

I have been guessing that shrift's tax thing is the fault of some evildoer doing some evil, but could also be honest mistakes, I suppose

Fuck Cancer. One of my best friends from college who had leukemia close to 20 years ago had a round of colon cancer and for the last five years living with and treating metastasized colon cancer on her liver. Today she learned one spot has grown 1 cm since June, so they are scheduling a new round of chemo. Her dad died of pancreatic cancer 10 years ago. Her mother-in-law of breast cancer. It just this cloud that is never gone for long. FUCK FUCK FUCK IT.

I'm so sorry, msbelle. That's awful.

This is terrible, msbelle. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, msbelle

I'm so sorry, msbelle. Best wishes for her.

Don't you hate it when you discover that something wasn't done right over a certain length of time so you have to take the time and fix it now before it gets even worse and you want to be pissed off at the person who effed it up but it was you so you have nowhere to direct your ire?

So how are you spending your afternoon?

msbelle, that's so horrible. Fuck cancer.