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I feel the firing itch come over me. 5 hours left for us to pay out taxes on time without punishment fees and I still haven't heard from our accountant. I can't deal with this last minute frantic rush, especially when it means getting up early on a post-injection day and stay glued to the telephone and e-mail.

Oh, and did I mention I'm so stressed about the whole thing that I just got 4 1/2 hours of sleep last night?

EDIT: 3 hours left.
EDIT: 2 hours 30 min left. I called them and they're still not finished.
EDIT: 2 hours 5 mins left. PHEW. Bill is paid, but she's cutting it close. Some banks do not transfer payments after 16:00* and I got off the phone with her at 15:53.

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*Ours is not one of them, but she didn't know that.

Is it bedtime yet?

So filled with nervous energy after today's hassle, I play with Lia in the garden and then get the insane idea to make jam. I'm half-way through the process now and stress-levels have dropped. With just 4 1/2 hours of sleep last night, it's a struggle to stay awake. Never said I was the brightest bead in the bucket. :p

Jam!

I'm officially house-wifey. Just made my first jam ever. Strawberry - don't let the label fool you.