Well, that blows the whole morning–on the phone with the IRS, mostly on hold, listening to stupid music; and the maintenance guys are now three hours late–and don’t ask me to explain why we had to talk to someone at the IRS, it’s much too complicated.
Oh. And now I’ve got to go to the bank, go to the laundry, go to the store (gee, why’s it taking you so long to get better?)… oh, fap. Looks like I won’t be climbing any mountains today.
But at least we have a hymn request, this one from Phoebe–In the Garden, sung by the Church Sisters.
I like this one. We sing it at our church now and then.