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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.

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[r-ness.livejournal.com]

In my case, I did not get my necessary paperwork from one of my jobs until much later than the end of January. (Small startup. They're breaking the law, sure, but they have no money anyhow, so.)