Another tax year over - another ten years older.

It's May 1st and I've made it through another tax season.

Didn't I write a similar post last year? Like my grandfather, I'm repeating myself more and more - something I swore I'd never do - sometimes realizing it - just as often, not. I didn't take into account slower brain synapses and all the convoluted pathways (from all the deep thinking, no doubt) doubling back on themselves in endless automatic playback loops. I just made that up - but it sounds plausible, doesn't it? Anyways, I'll have to go back and check. I digress. Where was I?

Oh, right. Finished tax season. In the midst of it all, it seemed like we'd never see the end of it, but we always manage to get everything that needs to be done, done. Somehow.

At the moment, my brain is still decompressing. About forty-eight hours ago, my head felt about the size of a twenty pound Halloween pumpkin with accompanying demented, fixed, jack-o-lantern grin. I actually slept in to 7 a.m. this morning and will spend the rest of the day doing laundry and packing. We (me and dh) are taking what has become a yearly ritual to visit family in LA, then take a coastal cruise back to Vancouver.

I was just taking a quick look over at First 50 Words and the prompt based on Natalie Goldberg's Letter from Taos caught my eye. If I can get a good internet connection onboard the ship, I may try something like that here.

Now, I must put Jaws or maybe the last half of Lawrence of Arabia into the DVD player and finish my packing. We leave early tomorrow morning.