One reason I stopped in Sutter on the way back from Oregon was to collect my granfather's tax papers, on account of I prepare his income tax returns for him. Last night I finished preparing them -- not difficult since I already have a copy of TurboTax for my own return -- and dropped the results into the mail back to Sutter for him to sign and file.
Maybe this weekend I'll get the old, broken printer taken down and get the new printer I bought in Oregon installed. And I can start opening the lower-priority mail. I forgot to weigh the basket, but I'm sure there was at least ten pounds of mail waiting for me, even excluding the two book-club packages that I immediately refused on account of they were the result of me not replying to the respond-by-this-date note. That's twice this has happened in the past four months, and for the same reason -- I'm traveling too much.