Good morning. I was just overtired. I hadn’t slept well the night of the epidural, and Busdaddy kept me awake the next night with his own insomnia, and then I tried to make sense of the tax forms.
THAT stressed me out no end. The publication, which is now 288 pages long, is no longer available in print and the tax forms are so complex with all the BS that Zero has enacted by “Presidential Decree” have made filing taxes a thing that only a CPA can handle.
I was going to do it online, but I needed his passwords for TurboTax (I wanted to do it on paper, first) so I just gave up. By 1800 I was asleep and Sparkle woke up at daylight, telling me she had eaten all her food AGAIN, Mom! and shouldn’t I be filling her bowls?
Coffee and a pain pill for breakfast and I should be ready to face the day, soon!
Good morning! I’d like to sit down and read the World War II news, but we have choir practice in a few minutes, and then nonstop activity until a late (for me) bedtime.
I’m glad you’re feeling better! (Check your email or accounts.)