On any given day of the week, I have absolutely no idea what the balance is in my checkbook. Moreover, for someone as ridiculously practical and logical as I am this is a damned odd phenomenon. Most of my working career has involved financial stuff (notice the technical term) so I gladly handed the personal stuff (another technical reference) over to my husband years ago. I only get involved when he screws the balance up, which happens at least twice a year. Then he calls in the big gun (that would be me) to figure out how the bank made a mistake (that