It's all a bit floaty...

We processed about 500 payrolls today (Wednesday 10/13) and I don't think I have any more synapses to devote to coherent thought. Perhaps I'll try being incoherent instead.

There is a squirrel in the courtyard who has a lot to say. He, she, or indeed it, has been clucking on and off all evening. It's a strange noise. Sort of a combination of angry Elmer Fudd and Donald Duck, only it comes out of a small mammal. A small mammal that likes to throw acorns at your head when you pass under its tree. Which is rude. I'm neighbors with a rude squirrel.

I've already done the majority of my Christmas shopping. Packages are starting to arrive. My neighbor (not the squirrel, a human neighbor,) has already gotten one of my parcels. Luckily he's a decent sort and left me a note so I knew where to collect it.

Are they letting you do your own frozen yogurt yet? I haven't had frozen yogurt since all this nonsense started. If they're still not letting you do it yourself, though, I think I'll wait a while longer. No one ever gets the ratios right. It's both an art and a science, concocting your own frozen yogurt creation, and everyone has their system that the kid behind the counter who clearly doesn't want to be there will never adhere to, which leads to sub-par frozen yogurt, and who the heck has time for that? Not I, thank you very much.

We're in that weird time of year around here when the weather seems to be having an identity crisis. You never know from day to day whether you're going to need to bundle up or strip off, or possibly both. It leaves one wondering when they'll be able to officially pack up the summer wardrobe and break out the sweaters.

I'm eating ice cream for dinner. What? I'm an adult. I do what I want.

Speaking of me being an adult, I can now officially shuffle off my mortal coil with considerably less paperwork. Well, perhaps not considerably less. A bit less. Let's call it more streamlined paperwork. That's better. Yes, I have formalized my estate and put things into trust and signed off on advanced healthcare directives and dictated to whom my worldly possessions should be endowed upon my grim demise by way of being violently squished by a large bus. Necessary? Yes. Kind of worrying? Yes. Expensive? Oh, HELL yes. But it's done, and that makes one less thing to worry about.

I actually do feel better now that it's all sorted out.