Me and spreadsheets… picture me hunched over an antique oak desk, barely lit by a golden pool of light from a banker’s lamp, cup of freshly sharpened pencils at hand, and a dusty, well worn ledger book. Weary as I count the hour’s toll with each passing revolution of the hands. Alas, the bottles seem to multiply as I work through the stash. In other words… no spreadsheets for me lol.
Just getting the stash into ELR was groundbreaking progress enough. Getting me past scraps of paper and my notebook was a quantum leap.