Well, thank goodness for accountants. (There's a phrase you don't hear all that often.)

I took my taxes over to Miss accountant last night, and she ran into the same problem as I did -- the software would not take the childcare deductions I'm trying to make. She had to override all the fields, but in doing so got me a refund. We'll see if the government agrees.

Afterwards I ate dinner with Pinky, and then was off to jam with the original band. Since I was late, we didn't have a lot of time. We worked a bit on one of the songs that Drummer and I have written. It felt strange playing it, singing the new words, and hearing two other guys playing along for the first time.

Tonight we've rented a truck to move some of Pinky's furniture to cf's. After that, I have to try and learn the three songs I'm supposed to know for tomorrow night's Celtic jam. Gak! Between taxes, insomnia, packing and moving, it's been a crazy week.

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