Some good news... the Financial Aid office person at the college was very nice! She said they don't receive the information on federal aid until July 1, so I have time to worry over that. That's when I'll get to appeal the amount the feds suggest I'm eligible for and the amount I actually make now.

How can I get a copy of my own 1997 tax return? :( It used to be in my office desk drawer with the rest of them, but I packed up so hastily that last day, now I can't find it. Suggestions are welcome.

The weather outlook is relatively good for the next few days. That'll be great! I need to sit out and toast my legs a bit so they don't look all winter pasty next week in St. Louis.

Rob brought me a gift yesterday. Remember that he is a locksmith and his gift reflects his professional good taste. I now have a waist-high, needs two guys to move it around, fireproof safe. It's in the garage because of course, I shrieked, "There's no ROOM in here for that!" as Rob and Chris were wrestling it up the steps from the concrete slab. "It's fireproof," Rob said, as though that explained why I should welcome it inside my sparsely decorated abode.

It's a very nice safe, pretty roomy on the inside. Rob and Chris figured if they fold Phil up a certain way, he'll fit inside. Men.

It also beats the little lockbox I currently use to hold my valuable papers, what few of them fit into it. At least with this big honking safe, I can put away all my tax forms and not lose one of them :)