Taxes. Currently sorting a million pieces of paper, and I haven't even gotten to all the little wadded up receipts printed in ink that fades by tax time. Yipee!
Further adventures of SIL: we got a call from the hospital yesterday, something about her shoulder, they wanted us to pick her up. We live a good hour and a half from there. Nobody at the care home had told us about her latest fall, or that she was going to the hospital. The discharge nurse couldn't tell us anything. AW: She's ok, fell again and the shoulder she broke a few weeks back was hurting. And the director at her place called to apologize for the lapses in contact.
Wildlife report: Spot the Brave has gotten insanely loud in his pleas for canned food, right now, he's starving to death, no don't give it to the other cats too, mine mine mine all mine. Minerva the weirdo-brain remains devoted to shredding a box of papers under my office table, and she also figured out how to open the closet, leading her to tear up a bag of stuff I should have thrown out already. (Old holiday card envelopes -- why?)
What's new in your neck of the woods?
ETA: Happy St. Paddy's!