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Today was not very exciting. Some lawyer lady called my house this evening looking for the executor for Pauline G-----, who has apparently died. (I don't reckon lawyers call random persons on the phone just for no reason. Executors are the people who see to it that the will gets carried out after the person dies and usually nobody gives a shit about the executor (other than the deceased) until the deceasing happens.) I share the last name, which is not hugely common in this country, but otherwise I know not of a Pauline except that she's probably dead. I told the lawyer lady that I didn't know anyone by that name and wasn't related to anyone named Pauline, at least not so's I knew about it. She said thanks and hung up before I had the opportunity to ask her how she came up with my name and number as a likely suspect. (I do appear in assorted directory services, which is probably the answer, but I'd still have liked the chance to find out.)

I'm tired and going to bed as soon as I throw the wash in the dryer.