We went to visit Laura’s family in Tennessee this week. It felt like we were on the go the whole time, except at dinner. Laura’s mom is a great cook, so I ate well.
This morning I noticed that tmbg.net has fallen victim to some stupid defacement attack. This has happened before, but this time the damage looks like it might be more extensive. I’m not sure how long it’ll take to return things to normal, or even whether it’s possible. It’s kind of frustrating.
Speaking of which, we’ve been working on our income taxes this afternoon/evening. My own tax nightmare usually has its cloaking device activated in my consciousness. It has not grown any prettier since the garish light of day last shone upon it. But I think I can finally put it to rest this year, and have only the current year’s taxes to worry about at any given moment. That’ll be enough, God knows. I’m sick to death of thinking about this stuff. Time for some enchiladas and a margarita.