On My Feet Again

It’s taking me about twice as long to recover from the flue as it did anyone else in the family.  That’s all right.  I’m a woman.  I can take it.

What do you think?  Are men wimps, or what?  Not mine, of course.  Last time he complained, he really did almost die.

Now it is simply a matter of scraping my life back together.  I’ve done well on revisions, but I hadn’t planned on starting them until I had a few Suzie’s in the can, which I don’t.  I still need to get Zack out.  Quit yelling at me!  I’m on my way to the post office right now.  See?  See me dropping the submission into the mail?  And it is now officially tax season for me.

I got more than enough to do.  How about you?  Have you done any good revisions lately?  Been so caught up in revisions that you put “fun” stuff like taxes on hold?  Planning on deducting you home office this year?  I would, except my tax agent doesn’t seem to think a laptop in a lounger counts.  Ah well.