Good morning, all. As the Monday trip nears, I'm getting more fraught about how the hell I'm paying the $30,000 taxes next week: the sale of the property isn't moving, we can't sell my dad's motor home, the Macbeths are showing signs of renegging on their promise to repay my dad's loan. Randy and JoAnn are also concerned about all of this, and I keep dumping requests for help on them since the Macbeths have done crap to help with any of this. Randy and Jo, with their we-have-to-knuckle-down-and-get-it-done attitude have my undying affection but I can't keep puttng my neuroses and pressure on them. I'm also looking forward to seeing the Macbeths about as much as I look forward to a root canal. There's a gnawing belief that they're being difficult because they're so looking forward to see me fall on my sword to prove I should have turned the executorship over to them, I mean him. God, I hate that Macbeth bitch my sister-in-law!
A long day today: Toyland first, then the NYPL. I may stop at a local bank and pull a robbery as well if there's time.