Lights go out and I can't be savedTax forms have arrived at your local post office, for those of you Canadians like me who get the wrong personalized form sent, for over twenty years running now. You'd think they would catch on.
Tides that I tried to swim against
You've put me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead
RevCan's Telefile is open beginning on Valentine's Day. I don't know if I can phone it in this year with moving expenses. I hope so. I have plans for my refund that involve airplanes and expensive French dresses. Reality has plans for my refund that involve dentistry and RRSPs.
Ah, such is life when it's normal.
Except that I have Clocks stuck in my head today, and Lochlan is finally sober.
More later. The dinner hour is upon us.