A hard day's work

I apologize for updating so late in the day; the second of every month is always a busy time here at the Manor, as you might imagine.

At 11:59 p.m. yesterday, I headed down to the lobby with my sister to inspect the avalanche of rent checks that awaited us just behind her office's golden mail slot. As D. stood at a safe distance, I approached the door in full riot gear, bracing myself for the impact of more than $75,000 worth of checks. Luck was on my side this month; I suffered only minor cuts and bleeding. The great news is that D. now owes me a whole Salmon P. Chase; she bet $10,000 that I'd sustain internal injuries! Not this time, Sis. Not this time.

Once I heaved open the door, I waited for D.'s return from the Home Depot in Hyattsville, where my sister was picking up a few day laborers to assist her in transporting all the checks from the vestibule to the office. Due to the previous day's protest, the laborers were well-rested and unusually vigorous in their toil. D. gave each of them a gold coin from her velvet satchel, partly as a reward for their work, but mostly because her satchel was getting too heavy from the weight of her unfathomable wealth.

*Yawn* The checks are on their way to Sweden, and I am on my way to bed. The withdrawal won't appear in the tenants' checking accounts until at least the 20th - just in time for the next month's rent!