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.
Sometimes it really hits me how many modern conveniences I take for granted. Like seedless fruit, for example. I bought a box of clementines last week, but they turned out to be these monsters, a mutant strain of clementine robustus. They’re large and pulpy, and so full of seeds that, with the segments being so small, by the time you finish separating out the seeds it’s not very juicy anymore. So I haven’t enjoyed them much at all, because I’m spoiled. Likewise with grapes, seeds are just too much work. I have no idea how long ago humankind saw the advent of seedless fruit, but I’m glad it was before my time.