All the mail is (more or less) taken care of.  

My bank statement balanced (with one questionable "other subtraction" that I'll need to call about), the envelope I thought contained a bill from the insurance turned out to be a refund (!) of $85.70, and what bills there were turned out to be small-ish amounts.  Life is good!

  

Since Tom is still sleeping, instead of unpacking I can migrate to the recliner and read a couple of magazines that arrived while I was away.