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Picked up our mail from the PO tonight and started sorting. Approximately five inches for the recycle bin.

Conversations with the title company and the bank today that amounted to:

"Why aren't you paying my general contractor? I approved the first draw 19 days ago!"

"Because we are f*cking morons who can't do our jobs. We hope to get it straightened out eventually. Nope, can't tell you when. We suck. Have a great day!"

So on many levels, this afternoon was full of junk. We're not on vacation any more, Toto.