Put  my tax stuff together last night and for a wonder it was all there. Except. Except my anal retentive accountant had given me a list of forms from last year, please check that you've included them this year, and a T3 from something called Fidelity was missing. Now I know in past years there've occasionally been forms that trot in mid-month, rot them, and in past years I've just ignored them, but anal retentive accountant will surely check his little list. (My godmother said there are three people in your life you want to be OC: your doctor, your cleaning woman, and your acountant. Which is true, but.) And I had the form last year in time to mail off to the accountant by April 3. Had a horrible feeling that this downtown firm (and who are they anyway and why am I dealing with them in the first place?) had mailed their slips into a post box which had then been trashed by one of the angry homeless who now go about trashing mailboxes and stealing mail. So getting a replacement will take forever if it's mailed, because Easter is two postal holidays, and not much less if it's emailed, because no printer, so it will be next week before tax stuff gets off oh woe.

This plus a latish Pepsi meant I couldn't get to sleep, so stayed up and read silly Rivers of London comics till 3 a.m. And was awake at 9, still kuyoing. But Fidelity opens at 8 and I called them, went through the voice tree (*am* I an investor? I still haven't a clue who these guys are and what trust disbursements I'm getting) got a ringing phone that rang and rang and went dead. Repeat three times. Webpage gives an email address, I dash off an email, where's my T3?, get a prompt reply: email is not secure please call us at our dead phone number. Which do, and finally get a person. We go through my ID questions, she says Yes here's your T3 I can email it to you, I'm OK, will take to library and print out and might still get tax stuff off today. Great. But then I ask Look, who are you and why have I no record of dealing with you? and she says Well you were with these two advisors David and Caroline, who are my present guys at Royal, which is weird, and then she says Oh I'm sorry that T3 is for '21 your account with us has been closed.  Which is great relief all round if still mysterious.

So my forms get couriered overnight delivery for a hideous price, and now I need only hope they get done in time to avoid paying interest on the money I'm sure I'll owe.

But oh I want a desktop or even a laptop that will connect to a printer. Am really thinking of getting a Chromebook because I also want a proper keyboard, but there's no way of getting files from a dead WinXP to a Chromebook that works off the cloud. (Keyboard, yes, where the language shift button is not right next to the space bar.)