101 things to do

And this on a Saturday. At least it feels like it. Today I have been to the post office to get a registered letter, to two different food shops, I have ironed my clothes, sorted my new apartment papers (half a binder already!), paid bills, repaired my pants by sewing!, shaved my legs (in preparation for Tenerife), painted my toenails (ditto), called two relatives and other little things. I wonder if this would count on that list thing? And I still have to go through those papers that the auditor sent this week. My tax return. My (newly painted) toenails curl in anxiety. Administration? Who likes it?