It's almost 5:30 p.m and I'm already in my pajamas.  It's just been that kind of day.  I'm pooped and I still have a lot left to do. 

To begin with, the IRS sent back our whole tax return because the accountant missed attaching a form.  I spent about half a day straightening that out, which included a drive to another town to the accountant's office.  I think it's been taken care of.

When we went to our tax appointment in March, the accountant looked like death warmed over.  He acted very stiff and not his usual self.  We've since learned that shortly after he did our taxes, he was admitted to a hospital for depression and alcoholism. The story is that sometime during the winter, he lost his wife to cancer.  I guess it has been hard for him to handle.  He definitely wasn't at his best when we saw him. 

It's sad really.  I'm not mad about it, but it sure is stressful to get any kind of letter from the  IRS.  I've got it all documented as to what I did and when if they ever come back on me.

I called in my prescriptions directly to the pharmacist today bypassing the phone system where you enter the prescription numbers.  There were no screw ups this time.  I get so frustrated with them sometimes.

Yesterday, my sister and I got our parents moved in completely to their new home.  Thursday we will meet up again to clean their temporary digs so they can give back the key.  My sister and I did all the lifting.  Thank heaven we didn't have to do the furniture. That was delivered over the weekend.

Mom's shoulder is doing pretty well.  She is stubborn about taking ibuprofen or anything like that.  I don't know why she would want to be in pain when she doesn't have to be.

Yesterday evening, Mom and Dad, my sister and me went to a steakhouse to celebrate my birthday.  We had a really good time.

I was dead tired when I got home last night.  I made a few comments here then listened to my meditation CD and zonked.

There are about six baskets of clean laundry that really need to be put away.  I've been running around doing things for other people and not getting my own stuff done.  My house is the poorer for it.

I cooked some soup with onion a couple of days ago and the smell still lingers in the house.  I hope it fades soon.  I have a peppermint candle burning and the kitchen window open.  The onion smells so revolting to me that I can't eat the soup.  I can't bring it that close to my nose to take a bite.  I could truly hurl.

It's getting close to my time to eat.  I imagine after I sit and eat, I'll be done for and the clean laundry will sit for a while more.  Ghost Hunters in on tonight.  I always look forward to that show.  I'm a bit of paranormal nut.

I'll get to the comments on my older posts when I can.  I've read them, I just didn't have the time nor energy to make thoughtful comments. 

That's about it for now.

Me and my Sponge Bob jammies are going to see about some supper.

Thanks for reading my ramble.

CW