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Apr. 26th, 2007 03:47 pmMy body wants to hibernate for the cold season. I have taken three drastic measures to sort it out.
Measure #1: the big heater is now set up on the loungeroom.
Measure #2: the winter linen is out of hiding.
Measure #3: I'm doing my taxes by tomorrow.
The last is by way of a shock to the system to wake it up. I've already sorted out one big pile of papers and reduced it to a small pile that needs dealing with and I've gone through eight drawers to locate more papers to be similarly reduced. Once they're in numerical form on my computer then I get to sort through the vast piles that remain. Actually, this year there aren't vast piles that remain - I really should be able to get it done by tomorrow night (unless something goes desperately wrong).
You don't need to know that all this was prompted by my accountant (who was a good friend before she became my accountant and is still a good friend despite being my acountant) sending me a very clever birthday greetings that mentioned the word 'tax.' I was going to do it before teaching began again next week, but I hadn't somehow translated 'going to' into 'running out of time.' Helen knows me far too well.
And in other news, my silly article on how to insult people in Old French is *still* the most popular piece I've ever written. I ought to put the 'writing on drugs' piece I did for ASIM online and see if that will give it a run for its money.
Measure #1: the big heater is now set up on the loungeroom.
Measure #2: the winter linen is out of hiding.
Measure #3: I'm doing my taxes by tomorrow.
The last is by way of a shock to the system to wake it up. I've already sorted out one big pile of papers and reduced it to a small pile that needs dealing with and I've gone through eight drawers to locate more papers to be similarly reduced. Once they're in numerical form on my computer then I get to sort through the vast piles that remain. Actually, this year there aren't vast piles that remain - I really should be able to get it done by tomorrow night (unless something goes desperately wrong).
You don't need to know that all this was prompted by my accountant (who was a good friend before she became my accountant and is still a good friend despite being my acountant) sending me a very clever birthday greetings that mentioned the word 'tax.' I was going to do it before teaching began again next week, but I hadn't somehow translated 'going to' into 'running out of time.' Helen knows me far too well.
And in other news, my silly article on how to insult people in Old French is *still* the most popular piece I've ever written. I ought to put the 'writing on drugs' piece I did for ASIM online and see if that will give it a run for its money.