Almost nothing done.

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Two meals, a download of the tax forms I need. One of those filled out, or mostly. The other on hold until I can call someone or talk to someone in person. My problem is this. If I file for 2009, I will definitely be in for a quick return. The catch is that I have to file for 2009 taxes as well. Now, that does not matter, in a way, it is simply extra paperwork I am not familiar with, so one more thing that could go wrong. The problem with filing for 2010 is that, though I do not need a tax filing with it, I will have to wait until they process 2010 taxes. I am not sure, exactly, when they do that. I have not filed taxes in over 20 years. These things mean nothing, substantively, to me. We might as well be talking about womens' periods. Huh? *headlighs!* Huh? Yeah.

I did eat the wheat breakfast, but keep messing up on making the next batch. Yeah, well, okay. I added a sliced up grilled charizo to beans and rice for supper. I simply could not pack another meal in there. Plants have been watered. The cat seems happy, plus I have been letting her in and out all day as she pleases. I also began using the Dyna-Flex on my wounded hand. It is ready and I was able to hit it pretty hard. I think it will help straighten out the finger, which was going crooked due to the healing. It still swells, but this might help that in time too, moving fluid out as muscle is reformed and the circulatory paths are fixed or used. I did not check the faxes though. I only hope they went through.

No, for the most part, I sat on my butt and doodled. Blogging, minor games, news hounding, and resting. Although I may or may not change my mind on the ac. After writing that, I went into the other parts of the house. Only this room is all that hot. In part, as I suspect, because of the computer. No dishes were done, the bed was not set up, nothing else. Maybe I hit a plateau. Maybe I am sliding down. Maybe I just press it too much on the days I do work. I am, deep down, feeling burned out. Pressing on is going to be difficult. I will do as much as I can, and try to get some important things done. But, I do not know.

Well, it is not all bad. I have been sleeping small periods, staying awake the whole day, and doing at least snippets of the list. So much to do, so many things to buy, my mother is arriving before long, and, and, and... Yeah, okay. I will just keep doing what I can.

Good night, Grandpa and Grandma. I hope you get to argue where you are, at least a little bit. I do not think you would be happy otherwise?