[very bad mood]

Is it too much to ask that when one asks a question, the WHOLE of the question is listened to, instead of just whatever little bits are decided upon? I had to go downtown to get the house taxes caught up - well, almost caught up, sort of - and decided to try to get that power of attorney the accursed bank dismissively mentioned I needed for access to my mother's account. Mind you, I'm doing this instead of going to bed at a reasonable hour, or at least pretending I would. I ended up in the courthouse three times, 140 W. Flager twice, with a useless half-completed form, a 44-page document from Auto Tags I have to read, and Small Estate telling me there's a $106 filing fee.

The taxes took maybe 20 minutes, 30 at the most. I was downtown for two hours and had to pay $11 in parking for the priviledge of getting ping-ponged, overheated, dehydrated and nowhere. Now, it's unfortunate that none of the legalish people I know are probate lawyers/clerks/what-have-you because otherwise I'm sure somebody would have offered the correct information long ago. But as it is, here I am, short on sleep and nowhere closer to getting that sorted out. I am so tempted to just let it rot.