Today's mail brought me an Amazon box (one MMPB and two CDs of Chinese elevator^H^H^H^H^H^H^ traditional music) and the letter from my British bank that I need to complete my taxes. I'd nearly given up on that last, (my own stupid fault; I was late writing off for it, and then sent the letter to what was probably the wrong address) and resigned myself to filing an extension request, so it's nice to have it after all. It turns out my estimate of the missing number was off by thirty dollars and change.
In other news, I've been fascinated by Google Maps' imagery of my old haunts; I've located all my old schools and addresses, and the bit of countryside to which my mother and I most often gravitate in the summer, which is available at the highest resolution, fine enough to make out the sheep. Reliably bookmarking particular views seems a bit dodgier, though.
In other news, I've been fascinated by Google Maps' imagery of my old haunts; I've located all my old schools and addresses, and the bit of countryside to which my mother and I most often gravitate in the summer, which is available at the highest resolution, fine enough to make out the sheep. Reliably bookmarking particular views seems a bit dodgier, though.
