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[randomness]

My taxes are submitted, and the returns are going to their various tax offices in various parts of the country. Fort Point Station was orderly but busy, with a predicted wait time of 21 minutes, and an actual wait time of a couple more minutes than that. A postal cop was on duty in the small, crowded parking lot to keep order.

Two of my envelopes were too heavy to go out as a one-ounce letter, so I was glad I went to the post office to make sure I had enough postage on them.

I wished the postal clerk luck with tomorrow night as I left. She made a face and a strangled noise in reply.

Comments

[holmes-iv.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm heading in tomorrow morning. Would have done it this afternoon, but ran out of minutes (and also was going to have to go back today for the one that has money due, since I didn't bring my checks along—oops). Fortunately, Wednesday is my day off. :-)

[r-ness.livejournal.com]

but ran out of minutes

One sometimes wishes that days had rollover minutes.

Best of luck!

[holmes-iv.livejournal.com]

Well, in a way they do, since I don't have to be out of the house before noon most weekdays, but I'm not as physically durable in the face of 4:30 AM bedtimes as I once was. <wry/> Otherwise, yeah, totally with you. :-)