Post tax stress disorder

    I don't at all believe that (HEY WAIT A MINUTE! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE USING THIS THING DURING A THUNDERSTORM! MAYBE THIS WILL BE THE FIRST HALF-SENTENCE BLOG ENTRY! NAW; TOO MUCH LIKE COMMON SENSE) my last month of double extra Hamletification is all due to stress over taxes. For one thing, I wasn't all that stressed over taxes. A little mad for one day, but I got over it. I think taxes, and not just for me, are a safe thing to be mad or go mad about, so I let it be the focus of a lot of things. I had a lot more to say about this, but if the thunder keeps up, I may just let brevity be the soul of wit any minute now. Bear with me as best you can.
    One thing I've noted before but it's still coming home is just what it means for the crisis finally to be over. I mean in day to day living. I don't have to have my phone with me at all times. I don't have to cook for myself four days in advance all the time. I can go to places where the cell phone coverage is spotty. I can do fun things on Saturday. I can leave town when the cats let me. (New blog title?)
    Sure I'm not happy about taking on additional responsibilities that I never signed up for, probably the ultimate cause of the big ing-bing. But regardless, even though I'm still not exactly getting more productive, I'm at least done with fretting all the damn time. And that's something, hey?