Jumping through hoops shouldn't be this hard, should it?
A UK lawyer asked us to do some very specific things to copies of documents. We went to a Notary Public, who proceeded to do other things instead. I somehow suspect an incipient failure-to-mesh of two legal systems, and we'll be back to square one.
Before, I was tense enough to snap; I am now tense enough to shatter.
Also, waiting for news of my shipping. Which was supposed at least to reach San Jose "early this week". I submit that Wednesday afternoon no longer constitutes "early".
Also - no, there is too much. Let me sum up.
It is, definitively, what m'friend Laura Anne calls "wine o'clock". Except that we don't have enough wine to see me through. I shall go and buy more. Then I shall go out back and play with a box-cutter. Cutting boxes, since you ask. V sharp blade and alcohol and extreme tension: I see no way in which this could possibly go wrong.