I was going to write about doing taxes and how it's totally normal to shout at the news-print manual things like, "Why can't you just say what you mean??" or "WHY SHOULD I MULTIPLY LINE 23b BY 15% HUH? JUST ANSWER ME THAT!!"
I hab a coad. Courtesy of the ever generous Child 3. So instead I'm just going to post an old picture of Kaj because it makes me smile.
Then I'm going to go back to sneezing and sniffling. And whining.