Property tax and mortgage in one day.

Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow.

Yes, we can afford it.

Our poor bank account, though. Ow.

It's a cleaner house, though. I've started a pick-up spree (which ends now so I can finish getting ready: Scott's parents will be here in a half hour). In this case, I'm ignoring tidying up stuff that belongs, and just finding and junking the trash. I remember the accumulation of ancient mail I had to throw out when we left the apartment. Never. Again. Please.

Feeling good about what I've gotten done, anyway.

Dinner.

I just got home from a most excellent dinner. We went to what was the Esplanade at Riverplace - they renamed it after a remodel and I've forgotten the new name, despite having never been there before now and having no real connection to the old name, it was just more memorable to me.

I had duck for dinner and an incredible chocolate mousse for dessert, and I enjoyed just being there. It was a pleasant meal and I'm glad my parents chose that restaurant (I wouldn't have thought of it, but enjoyed it very much).

Then I got home and had a call from someone regarding an after-hours issue at work. He'd called at 7:45, but even so was still working on it. I think he's addressing it now, but.... (He did try the cell phone, but I'd had it off while we were at dinner. Unfortunate timing, that.)

Win some, lose some. I can still remember the chocolate, and that's worth a lot. :)