The Mouse (nor The Cat) ate Mexican food on the fifth of May. Instead ate Chinese. Go figure.
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Spent part of Saturday helping a contractor (which is turning out to be pro bono, The Mouse’s choice) with paperwork to try and unravel his accounting records. Originally was going to work for him but eventually ended up somewhere The Mouse thinks he is more suitable.
Contractor’s wife was nice enough to drop off some take out to feed the various people (including The Mouse) in the office.
The Cat had a sleep in (no not the John Lennon/Yoko Ono kind), tax season was “brutal”.
Impromptu dining at the neighborhood chop suey joint.
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And a big bowl of rice. Enough food for The Cat to pack two complete bentos for this week.
Enjoy. Eat well.
The Mouse