Death & the Taxes
Groggy & tired.
I had disturbing dreams that focused primarily on my Good Auntie and my brother, last night. Oy. They were having an intense conversation about what comes after death... my Auntie was sobbing & shaking, saying that she didn't want to make a choice. My brother gave her a hug & the drainage from her breast gushed out; my brother absorbed it somehow, and whispered "I'll be waiting, don't worry" by her ear.
And now... now I must figure out how to pay the taxes on this place. It's not a big amount by most standards, but it's enough to have to look at my budget & groan "Argh!" Between the cost of the new meds, increase in price of the old meds, paying off old medical bills, saving for car repairs that must be done AND trying to keep the electricity on... well. It's one of those months. It's been about seven of those months. Pffft.
Cheers!